Page 7 of Knot His Reality

My head snaps up when the sounds of tires rolling over gravel reach my ears.

Holy shit.

This is it. I’m meeting my first suitor.

While my skin feels damp with nervousness, I’m not freaking out inside like I thought I would be.

I can practically feel the omega that lives inside of me thrumming in my chest. It’s a part of me, but at times, it feels like it’s a separate entity. Now being one of those times.

I watch as the limo pulls into the circular driveway until it stops near me.

Anticipation dances in my chest, wondering who will be inside. What will they look like? Will they be an alpha or a beta?

The back door swings open and a man in a tuxedo steps out. The first thing I notice is he’s a couple inches shorter than me, but his presence is so large it’s hardly noticeable. Slowly, a waft of his cedarwood, fir, and juniper berry scent reaches my nose as he steps toward me, and my eyes fall shut for just a moment.

That is a very nice smell for the alpha who has just arrived.

“Hello, Remington.” His voice is deep as I blink my eyes open once more, taking him in. His dirty blond hair is pulled back into a low bun, and he sports a full beard that’s neatly trimmed and only a few shades darker than his hair. But it’s his eyes that really draw me in—they’re a deep dark blue. “My name is Daniel Kennedy.”

I take his offered hand, shaking it lightly. “It’s nice to meet you, alpha.”

Daniel’s smile only grows. “It’s nice to meet you, too, omega.”

It’s then I realize that not only am I still holding his hand, but I’ve stepped closer as I attempt to find his scent once more.

While I understand why we have to use scent blockers for the initial meetings, right now, it’s just causing me to seek out his scent more.

“Oh…uhhh…sorry about that.” I drop his hand and take a step back. “Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, Daniel?”

Kindly, Daniel doesn’t comment on my faux pas as he nods. “I’m thirty-five, and I work as a headhunter for corporations. Trying to find companies the perfect match for their open positions. I’ll also admit to being a bit of an adrenaline junkie.”

“Yeah, I’m definitely not.” I snort, and for the next few minutes, we get to know one another better.

Daniel is charming, but part of me feels like he’s only letting me see the surface of who he is. It makes sense since this is the first time we’re meeting, but I hope he doesn’t continue to hold back like he is currently. When Reginald signals me, I don’t feel bad about ending our conversation—which isn’t a great start.

“It was nice to meet you, Daniel. It looks like the next suitor is about to pull up. I’m looking forward to getting to know you better tonight and tomorrow.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” he says with a slight bow of his head before going to join Bree behind me.

I shouldn’t feel a sense of relief that he’s gone, should I?

Shaking off the guilt, I focus on the arriving limo. Like the first one, it stops near me and the door flies open. A man steps out with a grin on his face as he hurries toward me, only stopped by a hand reaching out of the limo.

Ohhhh, a pack.

The man rolls his eyes but ducks down to speak to whoever grabbed his arm, and I take the moment to check him out. He’s probably around my height, maybe a little taller, with tan skin. His hair is medium brown with honey highlights, cut close on the sides but longer on top so that it hangs in his face, and there’s a slight wave that makes me want to sink my hands into it. The tuxedo he wears is perfectly cut for him, showing off his lean, well-muscled frame. He looks absolutely edible.

When he stands back up, he waves as he continues to grin at me but doesn’t move toward me. Instead, he reaches inside the limo to help the next person out. My mouth falls open as I stare at the woman before me. I’ve seen more than my fair share of beautiful people, but this woman? She puts them all to shame.

Her long chestnut brown hair falls around her bare shoulders to at least her waist. She’s tall, nearly my height, and slender in a way that tells me she works out. The dress she’s wearing is a bright turquoise blue that pops against her bronzed skin. Even from this distance, her eyes are drawing me in—even if I can’t quite tell what color they are.

I’m surprised when a second man steps out of the limo. His skin is darker than the other two, mahogany in tone. His black hair is short and cut close to his head, a goatee drawing attention to his lips. He’s taller than the other two by more than a few inches and bulkier. I can’t be sure about the other two’s designation, but this man screams alpha, and he’s just as gorgeous as the rest of his pack.

Each man slips an arm through the woman’s before leading her over. I lick my lips as they near, unable to pick up their individual scents. Instead, I catch hints of their combined scent, and it’s delicious. Peach, green tea, orange, and something woodsy.

I already want to drop to my knees for them, and I haven’t fully scented them yet. I can’t wait until tomorrow when we won’t need to use scent blockers. I have to know what their scents are—it’s going to drive me crazy until I can.

“Hello, Remington,” the first man says, bowing at his waist. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Milo, a beta, and these are my alphas and pack mates—Victoria and Eric. We’re the Hawthorne pack, and Victoria is our head alpha.”

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