Page 35 of Her Knotty Alphas

Hannah

My eyes are gritty and dry when I crack them open, groaning as I bury my face back into the blankets of my nest. Enzo had stayed for about an hour last night, going through the paperwork I was served.

I then, like any good omega, promptly cried myself to sleep, not even bothering to wash off my makeup from the night before.

My step-sisters are suing me. They're claiming I must have forged something, or influenced Nana in some way to make me the sole recipient of her will.

Well, minus the three dollars the Evil Step-Sisters got between the three of them.

That part might make me laugh if it didn't cause the three girls who never accepted me into their family to become enraged enough to fucking sue me.

Sniffing, I grab my phone from the charger and check my texts. I had sent a message to both Cady and my brother after Enzo left last night, telling them about the paperwork, and while Kieran has sent me an appropriately enraged message tellingme he'll see if Mom and Paul can do anything, Cady still hasn't answered. Frowning, I check the time, and see that it's nine in the morning. I guess it would make sense that she would want to sleep in.

And,I chide myself,she has her own pack now. She can't be watching her phone twenty-four seven on the off chance I might have something life-changing happen.

Then, as if summoned by my thoughts, a message from her pops up on my screen.

Cady

That lawyer I know can meet you at eleven at The Snug Mug.

A frown tugs at my lips as I stare at her text. That meeting was set up…suspiciously fast.

Me

That was quick. He doesn't have better things to do on a Sunday?

I mean, evenItake Sundays off work.

Cady

Like I said, the guy owes me a favor. The power of being The Knotty Omega ??

Chuckling, I shake my head. The girl really has grown into her own the last three months.

The next hour is spent getting ready for the meeting. I opt for a smart blouse, silky but professional, and a pair of dark wash jeans. Taking my curls from last night, I pull back the sides to secure it in a half-up hairstyle.

Perfect.

Nothing can shake my confidence as I stride across the parking lot. That is, until I open the door to the little cafe and realize I have no idea who I'm looking for. Why didn't I ask Cady for a name? Or a description? Orsomething?

My panic is short lived, however, when a vaguely-familiar, bland-looking alpha approaches me. He's not in a suit and tie, like I might have thought, but a polo and jeans. His brown hair is styled roughly, and he looks at me tentatively as he closes the distance between us. His slightly leathery scent isn't unappealing, but he has nothing on Enzo.

"Hannah?" he asks, and I nod, shifting my purse on my shoulder. "I'm Brody. Brody—"

It all clicks into place. This bastard was part of the pack that tried to kidnap Cady. "Sheffield," I snarl, taking a step back. "Brody fucking Sheffield. You have a lot of nerve, you piece of—"

"Woah," Brody raises his hands like he's trying to calm a wild animal, "it's actually Benson, now. I left the pack when I realized what they were trying to do."

"Not soon enough," I mutter, giving him the evil eye as I take out my phone so I can rip Cady a new one. What the hell was she thinking, sending me to Brody Sheffield?

"I can't agree more," he says, surprising me. But then Cady answers the phone.

"Hannah? What—"

"BrodySheffield?" I practically growl into the phone. "The lawyer you know is Brody Sheffield?"

"Benson," Cady's voice sounds in my ear at the same time Brody gently corrects me.

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