Page 8 of Knot His Reality

“It’s nice to meet you all,” I breathe, a wave of shyness overcoming me. They’re all just so beautiful, and I can’t believe they’re here trying to become part ofmypack. It’s just a little hard to wrap my mind around the concept because, let’s be real, none of them would look at me twice if I wasn’t an omega.

Victoria hums. “We’re so very happy to meet you, too, Remington.”

My gaze flickers to hers, finding a small smile on her pouty lips. Her cheekbones are sharp and her nose narrow. Now that she’s closer, her forest-green eyes draw my attention once more. I’m not sure I could look away from her if I wanted to.

At least until Milo speaks out. “Don’t worry, we were all the same way when we first met her. It’s hard to accept that much beauty at once, isn’t it?”

“As if you or Eric have any room to talk. You’re all beautiful,” I blurt out, flushing even though it’s the truth, as my eyes roam over the pack as a whole.

Milo’s eyes are amber brown and lined in black, bright and eager as he stares at me. He has a hoop through his nose and another through his lip. There’s a bar piercing in his right eyebrow and several piercings running along both of his ears. I’ve never been one for piercings, but they look damn good on him.

Tearing my eyes away, I focus on Eric, who has yet to speak. His eyes are a deep brown that I can easily see myself getting lost in. In his ears, he has large gauges that somehow improve his hotness.

Hot damn.

I hope the scent blockers I’m using are enough to hide just how much I’m perfuming because otherwise, I’d be very embarrassed right now. As is, I really fucking hope my slick and pre-cum aren’t leaving wet spots on my tux.

“Ummm…” My mind is completely blank, unable to think of anything but the amount of hotness standing before me.

I wonder if I’m allowed to just take them to my suite now and have them fuck my brains out. It’s been so long since I’ve had anyone in my bed that it’s kind of pathetic.

Eric chuckles, one side of his mouth turning up into the hottest fucking smirk ever. “Omega, you smell amazing.”

I’d like to hide now, please and thank you. My whole body heats, and I’m glad they can really only see my face because I’m blushing from head to toe.

“Stop it, Eric,” Milo chides, stepping in front of his alphas. “As adorable as Remington is when he’s blushing, you’re making him uncomfortable.”

Which just makes me feel more uncomfortable.

Yikes.

This is turning into a train wreck.

“I’d love it if you told me more about yourselves.” I stumble over my words a little as they rush from me, but it’s not like it’s the first time I’ve embarrassed myself today. “And please call me Remy.”

I don’t know what makes me say it, but it feels right. Somehow,theyfeel right.

Milo winks. “Of course, Remy. I’ll tell you more about myself and then we’ll put the alphas on the spot. I’m thirty-two, and I’m an only child. I also co-own a bar with Victoria and Eric.”

“Only because you wouldn’t let me put it in your name,” Victoria points out, and I smile. This sounds like a regular conversation they have.

“Not until I’ve earned it.” Milo shakes his head. “Victoria comes from old money, plus all the money she’s made, so she likes to spend her money on things that will make us happy—even when we tell her not to. But that’s beside the point. I run the day-to-day operations of the bar, and we have open mic nights. I even play from time to time. I play the guitar, and I love singing, but I’m not good enough to make a living off it—so I don’t.”

Victoria wraps her hand around Milo’s arm and tugs him back. “Such a bad little beta—telling the handsome omega all my secrets when you’re supposed to be telling him about yourself. Don’t let him fool you, Remy. His voice is amazing, and if he wanted to make a living from his singing, he could. He just doesn’t want that lifestyle.”

Milo shrugs as she shoots him a smile before turning it on me. “As for me, Milo is correct. I come from a long line of people who don’t have to work for their money. They usually just make investments to make the family more money, which I never agreed with. Not that my family agreed with any of my choices, but what can you do? Luckily, I have an older alpha brother and a younger omega sister who are everything my parents could hope for. They won’t cut me off because it will look bad to their friends, but it’s not like I need their money.

“I started modeling when I was sixteen, much to my dad’s chagrin, but since it was my mom’s idea, there wasn’t much he could say—or would say since he’s wrapped around her finger. He wasn’t so forgiving when I chose not to go to college in favor of continuing to model. That’s not to say I didn’t get my degree because I did, but it wasn’t the way he wanted things. They definitely don’t approve of the fact that I run a yoga studio now and still model on the side. But I’m a forty-year-old alpha. I really don’t care what my father thinks of me or what I do.”

“W-wow,” I mutter, surprised not just by her story but that she’s forty. I never would’ve guessed that. She looks so much younger.

Eric clears his throat, drawing my attention to him as I listen to his deep, gravelly voice. “I’m the youngest at thirty-one, and I’m a veterinarian. I’m an only child like Milo, and both of my parents have passed, so the two of them are my family. I also hate talking about myself.”

That pulls a laugh from me. “I understand. I’m not a big fan of talking about myself, either. It’s one upside of being the omega—my suitors get my basic information before they meet me. Makes this process better for me, that’s for sure.”

Eric laughs with me, the sound just as deep as his voice, and a shiver runs down my spine.

I clench as slick and pre-cum spill from me. There’s going to be no way to hide this—how fucking embarrassing.

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