Page 106 of Knot your Good Girl

Beautiful blue eyes, delicate bone structure, small slightly upturned nose and cupid bow lips that are so pink they look amazing against her glossy dark brunette hair.

“Harlow?” I ask, sensing the need to verify, although I am already aware it’s her because of the countless times I’ve seen Penny’s cell forced upon me.

Colton Sinclair was the man in the elevator with Aiden the first day I saw him. The one who saw me looking at Aiden’s ass.

She smiles.

I hold my hand out as I reach her. “Hello.”

She stares at me for a moment. Her narrowed eyes suggest she is carefully evaluating me. “I think we’ve met.”

I nod. “Can you keep it to yourself? I used to work for the New York Bears, unfortunately in the legal team, the most boring part.”

She laughs. “I’d love to work in law.”

“No way,” I say. “The environment is too... alpha. All huffing and puffing like deranged animals.”

Harlow giggles. “Iaman alpha.”

My mouth opens, then I realize she’s joking when she laughs.

“How is Colton liking the New York Bears? I hear Aiden signed him from Boston.”

My body shivers just thinking about him.

“Aiden...” she says, arching a brow. “First-name terms with your old boss.”

“I met him a few times, and he isn’t my boss any longer, so I can call him anything.”

She nods. “He’s lovely. Aiden, not Colton. Though Colton isn’t too bad either.”

I laugh before I lift my arm and check the time. “I really should take you to watch the game.”

“Yeah. This is the first time I’ve watched him in an away game. But how do you like living in Los Angeles? It’s much warmer than the East Coast. Maybe I should get Colton to move here.”

“This is where I grew up.”

“Ahh. Okay.”

I smile. “Do you live with Colton?” I ask over the hollering. The energy in the stadium rises as the fans boom with enthusiasm.

“Not yet. He lives with his brother Carver. He plays for New York too.” She points to the man wearing jersey number twenty-three who seems to be looking toward us. “I stay with them some weekends, but I still live at home with my mom while I study.”

We shuffle our way along the row of seats, finding two empty ones side by side. As we settle into our seats, the roar of the crowd fills the stadium, electrifying the atmosphere.

The jumbotron looms large above us, its massive screen displaying every heart-pounding moment of the game in vivid detail.

The crowd erupts in a collective cheer as we watch the replay of Stanton Adams, the captain and star player of the New York Bears, slam the puck into the back of the net. A jaw-dropping moment that elicits another thunderous response from their fans.

As the action unfolds on the screen, I feel the rush of adrenaline that comes with each twist and turn in the game.

“Do you like being an omega?” Harlow asks me, leaning into my ear, so I can hear her over the cacophony of the stadium.

“Why do you ask?”

She sighs. “Because my older sister, Grace, went to sleep as a beta and woke up as an omega. She’s devastated.”

“Her omega awakening would only have happened if she’d been triggered.”

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