Page 30 of Knot Your Sunshine
I slide my feet into my three-inch heels, and, in the full-length mirror, I barely recognize myself. I roll my shoulders back until they stack over my hips and lift my chin.
Let's do this.
Chapter eleven
Mia
I turn the handle and push into the Orchid Conference Room.
Floor-to-ceiling windows frame the Pacific in three directions, turning the space into what feels like a glass box suspended over paradise. Contemporary furniture in dove gray and warm teak fills the room, and a huge conference table sits in the middle.
Looks like I'm the first one here. Time to take a deep breath and—
Footsteps echo in the hallway. Multiple sets, getting closer.
I spin toward the entrance, smoothing my skirt with damp palms, professional smile already forming.
The smile freezes. Then shatters completely.
Josh walks in first, looking sharp in a navy button-down that brings out his eyes. Behind him, Keanu strolls in wearing charcoal slacks and a crisp white shirt that makes his golden skin practically glow. And then Noa enters, and the very air seems to shift around him. The charcoal suit he wears fits like it was sculpted onto his body, every line perfect.
"Josh? Keanu?" My voice cracks like I'm thirteen. "Noa?"
They spread out, forming a loose semicircle between me and the door. Josh fidgets with his cuffs, fingers worrying the fabric. Keanu's usual easy grin wavers slightly at the corners. Noa watches me with those midnight eyes, his expression completely unreadable.
"What are you all doing here? I'm supposed to be meeting—"
Their scents hit me like a sledgehammer to the sternum, their alpha pheromones crashing over me in a tsunami of sensation.
My knees give out. I catch myself on the conference table, palms slapping against the glass as my legs refuse to hold my weight. The room spins. My lungs forget how to work properly.
Too much. It's too much. Three alphas, three overwhelming scents… and they're blending together into something that makes my brain short-circuit. I can't separate them, can't think, can't—
I need to get closer.
My omega instincts have hijacked the controls, and I'm pushing off from the table, stumbling forward on unsteady legs.
I reach Josh first, burying my nose on his neck and his eyes turn to midnight. Dark roast coffee and cardamom, rich and complex with a kick.
Without thinking, I grab his arm and pull him sideways, already reaching for Keanu. Ocean salt and bright yuzu flood my senses, crisp and energizing like diving into tropical waters at sunrise. He lets out a low groan that only deepens my trance as I'm now dragging him closer to Josh, lining them up.
Noa doesn't move when I reach for him, just lets me position him beside the others. Vetiver and ambergris wash over me, earthy and masculine, making my omega actually purr.
I have them standing shoulder to shoulder now, and I'm moving down the line like I'm sampling a line of coke, breathing deep, my nose traveling from Josh to Keanu to Noa and backagain. Each scent distinct but somehow perfect together, like notes in a chord.
"Oh my god." Heat floods my face as reality crashes back. I stumble backward, nearly tripping over my own feet. "I'm so sorry, I don't know why I—"
"It's more than okay,Sunshine," Keanu says softly, and when I look at him, his pupils are blown so wide his eyes look black.
"Natural reaction," Josh adds, his voice rough, strained.
Noa just watches me with an intensity that makes every nerve ending spark to life.
My omega instincts roar, screaming two words over and over: PACK. MATE.
Every cell in my body recognizes them, wants to press against them, to bare my neck, to beg them to—
"We are AlphaMagnate808," Noa says, his voice cutting through the pheromone haze like cold water.
