Page 5 of Knot your Good Girl

“Sorry, I thought I disconnected,” I say.

“I thought you fainted or something happened to you. Don’t do that to me?” she screeches.

“Mom, I haven’t fainted. I’m about to go to work and have to go. Have a fabulous vacation and I’ll speak to you when you get back.”

“I really am sorry, darling,” she whimpers. “I’ll call you.”

“Mom, don’t. Just enjoy yourselves.”

“Are you taking your heat suppressants?”

I exhale lightly as I glance at the back of the man’s head and then up at the ceiling.

I’ve lived among the alphas in New York for a couple of years, and now she’s worried I’m not protecting myself.

“Yes I am, Mom. I live in New York, of course I take my heat suppressants. I’m not doing anything to attract alphas.”

Maybe that’s why I don’t have one.

I take them every night religiously. I have since my housemate, Indi, told me about a girl who she worked with went into heat at work.

She hid away in the kitchen, thinking she could ride it out, but a pack who were dining at the restaurant kidnapped her. They were determined she was theirs.

Maybe it was true love.

Or it was probably an exaggeration from Indi.

“Now stop worrying about everything. I’m going to make use of my nest and stuff my face with all that yummy food you’re sending me and eat myself into a coma. I won’t even remember what day it is,” I say as a lump sticks in my throat.

There’s a growl in the elevator from one man.

I squeak and turn my back to them.

“I thought you were going to Freya’s.”

I roll my eyes to the ceiling. “Mom, I told you I have to ask her first. I’ll be fine.”

“Love you, darling,” Mom mutters. There’s a sigh, and I know she wants to say more. Probably the usual. “Why don’t you call Toby?”

Yep!

Not again.

“Because we broke up,” I whisper-hiss as I stare at the numbers on the panel. The elevator stops, and I wait for the men to get out, instead another man enters.

“His mom told me he is upset about that. Why don’t you give the poor boy a call?”

Poor boy?

“No.”

“But he’s an alpha, and he’s so handsome. Maybe it’s time for you to settle down. You can’t keep hiding forever. And my grandchildren would be so pretty,” she says, dreamily.

“I don’t want an alpha, Mom.” Unless he is a scent match. I don’t tell her that. She doesn’t believe there is any such thing, or at least, that the chances of finding him are slim. “And as I’m only twenty-three years old, I’m not planning on having kids anytime soon, at least not with Toby Perkins.”

He fucked my ex-housemate while I was working to pay the rent. And to make matters worse, she’s a beta.

Now that was hard on my ego.

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