Page 30 of Her Knotty Alphas

Hannah

"You're sure this isn't too slutty?" I frown at Cady on my phone that's propped up on my nightstand before looking down at myself. The dress I'm wearing barely covers my ass, but damn my legs do look amazing. "Enzo is…well, he's sophisticated. He doesn't need me dressing up like I'm going clubbing."

"Hannah-Banana, you look hot as fuck." Cady's little head nods on the screen, and then she elbows Titus, who's sitting next to her and scrolling on his phone. "Ty, tell her how hot she looks."

I roll my eyes. Doesn't she realize her alphas only have eyes for her? Exactly as it should be.

Titus doesn't even look up from his screen. "Hannah is a floating head to me, angel. Yours is the only body I notice."

"Good answer." I smirk, and step out of frame to go to my rack of clothes and find something else to wear. My brows pinch as I flip through the clothing, my eyes settling on a knee-length, deep plum dress with faux-sweetheart neckline. The short sleeves andcollar are a slightly see-through nylon of the same color. Classy, but still a little daring.

"How's this?" I ask, stepping back in front of the phone once I've changed.

"Ooooh," Cady squeals, hopping up from her seat excitedly. "That's the one. That's the one that's going to make us sisters-in-law—"

"It's not the dress that's going to do that, angel." Titus gently chastises her, making warmth unfurl in my chest. The same way it would when Kieran would stand up for me. "That's going to be pure Hannah. Enzo's already half in love, I'm sure."

Cady's expression turns serious as she nods. "You're right." Then she turns to me. "Hannah, just…don't hold yourself back, okay?"

Swallowing roughly, I nod. "I won't. I promise."

We hang up and I finish getting ready. Forty-five minutes later, my hair is done in loose waves, my make-up is conservative but sultry, and my black pumps give me the confidence to hold my head high.

A knock on the door has my heart pounding in my chest. I shouldn't be nervous. This is Enzo. Dashing, sophisticated, but so obsessed with me he got his hair cut six times in three weeks. He liked me before he knew we were scent matched.

I can do this.

…Right?

His eyes darken when I open the door, and if I weren't armed with my scent-blocking panties, we'd both be choking on peaches and brown sugar. Enzo looks absolutely mouth-watering in a button up shirt with the top two buttons undone and a sport coat. Dark wash jeans wrap around his muscular thighs, and his hair looks amazing (go me), and his leather and tobacco scent wraps around me like a sensual embrace. Onehand holds a beautiful bouquet of flowers, filled with pink roses, lilies, and tulips.

"Hannah," his voice is rough as he takes me in. "You look absolutely stunning."

My mouth is dry as I gape at him for a moment, and I know my face is flushed when I nervously tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "So do you."

The blush is hard to see under the caramel tone of his skin, but I swear it's there as he gives me a flustered smile and sticks the hand with the flowers out. "These are for you, I…I should have asked you what kind of flowers you like, but I saw these and—"

"They're perfect," I cut him off, taking the bouquet from him before sticking my nose in it and inhaling deeply. "Thank you." My voice chokes, and I wonder if it's obvious to him I've never been given flowers before.

It's not like alphas that fuck you through your heat are inclined to provide you with floral arrangements.

Though, for some reason, I have a feeling that Enzo would, if he were ever in that position. He's classy like that.

"Come inside for a moment. Let me just grab a vase to put these in," I say to Enzo, smiling as he steps in and shuts the door behind him. His dark brown eyes widen as he takes in my apartment, and I realize I've essentially just invited him into my nest.

You know, since my apartment is exactly one room and a bathroom.

Inviting an alpha into your nest is a pretty big deal, and I just…did it. All nonchalant. Like it's something I do all the time. The moment I invited my scent-matched alphas into my nest was supposed to be special, and I just ruined it with my stupid tiny apartment.

Try as I may to stifle the omega whine growing in my throat, my cheeks burn in mortification as the sound rips free. He'strying to properly court me, and here I am, inviting him into my ramshackle nest like some kind of trashy—

"Hey, hey, Hannah, it's okay." Enzo's soothing voice caresses my skin, and that's when I realize I'd been hyperventilating, my chest rising and falling rapidly as my heart nearly pounds out of my chest.

It's not enough to calm me though, and my eyes screw shut tight, the overwhelming feeling that I'm screwing everything up taking over. "I—I'm sorry, I—"

"Omega," his voice, not quite a bark, has my eyes snapping open and my body freezing.

Alpha, my omega recognizes him, his dominance, and suddenly I'm stuck in his trance.

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