Page 16 of Knot Their Reality

He's tall with olive-colored skin—the kind that always looks like they have a tan, making me jealous—and dark hair. It's cut neatly, and he wears a touch of scruff on his face, but he fills out his tuxedo nicely. Very nicely, indeed. He shoots me a smile before turning back to the car and gesturing for someone to follow him.

The man that steps out behind him is just as good looking as the first man, but almost in a pretty way. He's younger than the first man—probably younger than me—and his cheekbones are to die for, slashing across his face in a way that's unfair to women everywhere. He's shorter than the first man by a few inches but just as widely built. If I had to guess, I would say they are both alphas. His black hair is longer on top, styled messily, and when his eyes flash to me, I find them to be a beautiful emerald green. When he smiles, I find myself melting. Holy crap. He has dimples.

I have a weakness for dimples.

I return his smile as a third man steps from the limo. I am getting my very first pack. How exciting for me.

The third man is also young and almost as pretty as the second man. Where the other two are dark, his coloring is lighter, with his honey brown hair and hazel eyes. His grin is more mischievous than anything else, and it makes me want to find out what kind of trouble he can cause.

The three of them make their way to me, stopping just a few feet away.

"Good evening, Sophia," the first man says. "I'm Ramsey Duval, and these are my pack mates, Zayd and Silas. We're very happy to meet you."

Their scents drift to me slowly, and it takes me a moment to tell the three apart as they're so intertwined. Ramsey's is the strongest, smelling of a chilled sage and cool pine with hints of leather, amber, and earthy moss. It's like a snowy day in the forest—not that I've spent much time in that type of environment. The other two are weaker, and this is where it's hard for me to tell whose is whose. But I quickly realize that Zayd is indeed an alpha, smelling of hot cider, pine needles, and sandalwood. It pairs well with Ramsey's scent, and when you add in Silas's beta scent, it's delicious—lavender and vanilla with hints of musk and bergamot.

I want to curl up between the three of them and bask in their scents while they cover me in them. It feels comfortable—which is something I'm in desperate need of. It doesn't turn me on like Jace's scent does, but it's somehow more pleasant. Like this could be the scent of home, maybe?

I incline my head slightly. "It's also nice to meet you all. You're the first pack I've had so far. Yesterday's suitors were all single suitors."

Ramsey hums. "Yesterday's suitors don't matter, omega. Not now that you've met us. I can promise you, we're all you need and then some."

"Right." The effort that it takes to not roll my eyes is herculean. "Why don't you tell me about yourselves?"

Ramsey nods, not seeming put off by my dismissal of his words. "I'm forty-six, and I work as an investment banker. I enjoy golf, trying new foods, and skydiving."

"Skydiving?" I ask with a raised brow. "I don't think I'm that much of an adrenaline junkie."

“I wouldn’t say I’m an adrenaline junkie per se, but I like to push myself out of my comfort zone."

I nod, turning to Zayd and Silas. "What about the two of you? Do you also skydive?"

Zayd shakes his head before glancing up at Ramsey. When the other man gives a sharp nod, he turns his attention back to me with that gorgeous smile. His voice is raspy and quiet. "As Ramsey said, I'm Zayd. I'm twenty-three, an alpha, and I don't work. Since we don't have an omega, I've taken on those tasks—keeping the house clean and comfortable. I do all the cooking, which I love, and I make sure that my pack mates have everything they could need."

Wow. That's almost unheard of for an alpha to keep house and watch over the pack. With so few omegas, betas have found themselves in the position to take over that job if the pack doesn't have an omega. In fact, Zayd seems nothing like a typical alpha—which I love. He seems gentle and like he cares. His personality definitely leans more toward what is expected of an omega.

"That's amazing. Especially if you enjoy it as much as you seem to," I tell him with a smile.

When Zayd turns back to Ramsey again, the other man smiles. "Yes, Zayd is a very good boy."

Oh. My eyes widen as I realize Zayd is a submissive—very unlike the stereotypical alpha. It makes me like him and this pack even more beyond their scents. And if I ignore the conceited tone Ramsey had used earlier.

"And you, Silas?"

"I'm twenty-four, a beta, and I'm Ramsey's personal assistant." Silas smiles. "And yes, I also enjoy my job a lot."

"As you can see, Sophia, we're not a typical pack according to society's standards." Ramsey wraps his arms around both of his pack mates' waists. "I'm not sure if that will work in our favor or not, but what you see is what you get with us. And we won't be anyone but ourselves because we're perfect the way we are."

A smile lights up my face. "Honestly? It's absolutely refreshing to see others living in a way that is outside of societal standards. I certainly have, and I've enjoyed it. I'm glad to see your pack prospering as well, and I look forward to getting to know all three of you better—to learn more about your dynamics together."

"Thank you, Sophia." Ramsey inclines his head once more. "We'll wait while your next suitor arrives, but we're looking forward to dinner."

"So am I," I say, not even thinking about the words. But I realize I'm not just saying it to placate them. I'm excited to get to know them better. I turn to watch them walk away, and I'm not even checking out their asses this time. Instead, I'm watching the easy way they are together—always touching. Their love shines for all the world to see, and I want that for myself. Could they be the ones to give it to me? I guess I'll see.

I'm so lost in watching them that I almost miss the limo pulling into the driveway. I spin around and smile just as the limo comes to a stop. At least I know I only have one more suitor to meet today. It seems like the end of my day is going to go much easier than the beginning of it had, and I'm grateful for that.

The door opens, and my jaw gapes as the most beautiful man I've ever seen steps out. While Pack Duval had all been attractive, leaning toward beautiful, this man is all masculine beauty. He's right around six feet tall and has the wide shoulders that usually signify an alpha designation. His dark hair is cut close to his head, and because of that, I'm unable to tell if it's brown or black, or even somewhere in between. There's a scar that runs through his right eyebrow, adding a ruggedness to his beauty. His eyes are the palest blue I've ever seen, and I can totally see myself getting easily lost in them. He has a short, well-maintained beard that looks closer to a five o'clock shadow than Jackson’s and Jace's beards.

He seems to only have eyes for me as he ambles his way over. Though he doesn't smile, it looks good on him. His scent hits me, and my eyes feel heavy, my smile less forced.

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