Page 17 of Her Knotty Alphas

It isn't fair.

You could have that,the little voice in the back of my mind says.If you weren't such a coward.

I'm not a coward. I've tried. I've put myself out there twenty fucking three different times. How many times do I need to be rejected before I realize that I'm the common denominator?

Except Austin and Enzo…they're my true scent match. Basically fated mates.

But Austin doesn't want me, and Enzo…well Enzo already had his match, didn't he? So whatever happened tonight, whatever we thought we felt, it has to be some kind of fluke…right?

Steeling myself, I take the last bite of ice cream and put the trash in my little car trash can that Cady got me for my birthday last year. Backing out of my parking spot, I make the quick drive home, hoping that maybe, if I can get myself to bed, I'll wake up and this whole night will have just been a dream.

When I get into my apartment, I realize that I have a text from Cady, received ten minutes ago.

Cady

Did you get home okay? Ollie just told me you found a damn pack tonight??? I wasn't aware I had been handing out party favors ??

Dammit, Ollie. Of course he told her. I roll my eyes as I answer her.

Hannah

If you were, I didn't take any home ?? I'm hoping I wake up tomorrow and realize I've imagined the entire thing.

Cady

Hannah, babe, talk to me. This is what you've always wanted, right?

Tossing my phone down on my mattress, I change into the comfiest pajamas I own. My omega is on high alert after coming across her scent matches and needs to chill the fuck out.

Soft fabrics are a must have for sedating the neglected bitch within me.

It's not like I've tried to neglect her. I love being an omega. I love soft things and shiny objects and love loving them. But I'm also touch-starved and not wanting to subject alphas to my apparent…shortcomings.

I can't tell Cady why I'm feeling this way though. Not without telling her about my horrifying encounter with Austin, or the fact that out of the twenty-three packs that rejected me, I probably could have made a life with half of them.

Sighing, I type out my answer.

Me

Can we please talk tomorrow?

Deflect, delay, deny.

The denying part can come tomorrow.

Cady

Fine. But you owe me an explanation.

love you, hannah-banana

me

I know. Love you too.

Crawling into bed, I burrow under the covers, ready for this night to be over. While I'm not looking forward to facing the Spanish inquisition regarding my alleged pack, I'm mostly just glad that I have a friend as fierce as Cady in my corner.

Chapter 9

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