Page 64 of Knot your Good Girl

His sister watches the exchange with interest in her eyes. “You’ve been a bachelor for too long. I’m sure Holly here knows far more than me about your quirks.”

Aiden stares, but neither of us responds.

“Let’s have that girly chat and you can tell me all about my boyfriend,” I say, smiling at Aiden as I link her arm.

“She’s mine,” Aiden growls at his sister. He is playing the doting boyfriend very well.

One side of Alicia’s lip curls up before she says, “I don’t know. She looks more my type than yours.”

I wet my lips; the action brings a refreshing sensation to my parched mouth.

“Alicia,” he warns, but his voice falters. “Don’t mess with me.”

She smirks. “And there was me thinking you found her on the street and asked her to be your fake girlfriend?”

I’m feeling uncomfortable as they glare at each other. But then, without warning, Alicia laughs. “It’s real. Wow! I really thought she was your fake date. She doesn’t seem your type.”

A bullet tears right through the center of my heart. Not only does he not like my scent, I don’t have the look he likes in a girl either.

It doesn’t matter. Soon, you’ll be leaving him behind and walking away.

“Is he always bringing fake dates home for Christmas?” I ask, trying to defuse the situation.

“Never.”

I smile.

“But he does always threaten too,” she says.

“Oh.” My voice is barely audible.

“Alicia,” Aiden says, and we both turn to him. “My business is only for me to tell Holly.”

Alicia studies him for a moment before quipping, “It won’t last long if you’re keeping secrets.”

“It’s fine,” I say. “We’re not at that stage yet. It’s still early days.”

“And that’s the best time to find out about your future husband.”

I cough. “Like I said, it’s very, very early days.”

Aiden takes my hand and pulls me to him, crashing his lips onto mine. Our mouths are still welded together when our eyes lock. He slowly pulls away, whispering, “I’ll be the one to tell you what you need to know.”

“It’s fine. I don’t need to know anything. Your sister is pulling your leg.” I step back, his hands remain on my arms.

“I am,” Alicia says, dragging me away. “He’s too serious for you. Come with me.” She takes my hand and I feel for the first time in my life I’m being pored over by alphas. Each vying to be the top dog for their omega.

And I don’t like it one bit.

“You’re nothing like his last omega,” she says, making eye contact as we walk into another room. “He used to prefer the typical omega.”

“Typical.” I shrug my shoulders. “What’s typical?”

I led a sheltered life before I moved to New York, but every omega I know is on suppressants, so I’m not sure what ‘typical’ is.

“Shy and sweet.”

I laugh. “I can be sweet, and Iamshy.”

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