Page 4 of Knot your Good Girl

“Mom. Stop it. Enjoy your trip.”

“Hold the elevator.” A deep voice reverberates down my back and makes the muscles tighten all over my body, even my thighs clench at the sound of his masculine alpha tone.

And that’s something that never happens to me.

I raise my arm and press my hand against the edge of the door. Seconds later, two large bodies enter the car.

“Thank you.”

“It’s okay,” I say, as hazel eyes lock on mine for a moment. They’re so gorgeous it looks like gold dust smolders behind them.

The door closes and I step backward into the corner.

I inhale the scent floating around the enclosed space. The sweetest orange coated in chocolate but with a delicate floral undertone.

I close my eyes as goosebumps pop on my skin and a shiver rattles down my spine, landing at my core. I clench my thighs together not only because of the tingle he caused, but because my slick is flowing like it never has before.

My mouth is bone dry, and I’m very aware that for the first time in my life, I’m reacting to an alpha’s scent.

Chapter 2

Holly

“Butremember,hehasto smell you? Scent matches are your only true love.”I think of my sister’s words.

She believed in packs and being the treasured one among many alphas. Scent matching, to her, was as important as being catered for when in heat, and she thought only a pack could deal with that.

Me.I never used to believe in scent matching. I believed in scent compatibility.

I’ve changed, though. Now I believe not all alphas are equal. That your true scent match can handle you when in heat.

I now believe every omega is fated to be paired with her alpha.

Some omegas claim they can scent match to an entire pack. Some, like my sister, believe one alpha will stand out in that pack.

But I’ve never yearned for a pack. I only want one alpha.

The trouble is alphas are not the most honest of designations. And I’m not stupid.

Omegas are rare and I know alphas and packs can be devious in their ways in order to bag one.

For that reason, I’ll never tell an alpha what his unique scent is. I can’t ever tell an alpha that piece of information, even if he smells delicious.

Some omegas think every alpha smells good. It may be true, but only scent matching counts.

And because of that, I’ll be keeping his scents to myself until I learn how I smell to him.

I discreetly inhale as I peer at the back of the owner of the smooth voice and beautiful hazel eyes. He stands tall and dominating. He’s over six feet tall and as broad as the men in the alien smut books I like to read.

I wonder if he’s as big in the pants department.

Of course he is. He’s an alpha.

I chuckle lightly to myself as my eyes roam down his charcoal suit jacket and I sigh because the fabric covers most of his ass. And as I’m not about to see how pert it is, I roam my gaze back up his spine to his head. His wild espresso strands look longer than I normally like on a man, and there’s a small glint of silver that looks natural in his hair.

Oh. like an older man.

“Holly... Holly... Are you still there?” I hear Mom calling.

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