Page 20 of Knot Ruined

Because I’m grinning so hard my cheeks hurt.

I glance to the side and find Violet and Odette, both of them gaping at me, eyes wide, expressions frozen in absolute shock. I wag my eyebrows at them, feeling playful and giddy like I might actually float off the ground. They burst into laughter, shaking their heads in disbelief.

Romano

February 14th

8:32 P.M

My wife, my omega is so beautiful. Her midnight blue hair is a little messed up from Voss’s kiss but shines with the tiny flowers. The dress she chose accentuates her curves. I can feel the dreamy look on my face as I watch her dancing with her friends. Violet, the goth one, and Odette, the prim one. Although the mouth on that girl is anything but prim.

I toss back the rest of the champagne in my glass before setting it down on a nearby table before stalking towards her. Violet sees me coming and winks at me before spinning Fallon into my arms. I catch her, pulling her tight against my body. “Dance with me, Little Love?”

She grins at me, “Well how could I refuse such a handsome alpha.” My chest puffs up with pride as I spin her around until she laughs. We dance close, and I hate that I can’t scent her with the cancellers the omegas have to wear. She presses her cheek to my chest and sighs. It doesn’t sound happy though.

“What's wrong?” I am afraid she’s upset about marrying us.

“I just wish I could scent you.”

My brows furrow. I didn’t wear any cancellers, and neither did the others. “You can’t?” I ask cautiously.

She shakes her head. “I broke my nose when I was a kid, and scents are barely there or not there at all for me. I can sort of scent my mom, but I think that's because I’ve been around her my whole life. It makes me sad sometimes.”

My heart starts racing. If she can’t scent us, she has no idea we are mates. I look for the rest of the pack and catch Voss’ eyes first. I nod down at Fallon and give him a look. He sets his glass down and heads for us.

“Little Love, there's another who wants to dance with you. I spin her into Voss’ arms. She laughs delightfully as he dances with her, spinning her around and swirling between the other dancers. I head for Kingston and Jace, who is chatting with Marco and Savy, his wife. Savy is a small woman. I mean only maybe five feet tall. Everything about her is a contrast to Marco’s Italian heritage: pale skin, blond hair, and blue eyes.

I don’t mind if they hear this part of the conversation. “We might have a mild problem,” I say not even greeting them. I repeat what Fallon told me.

“That means…” Jace has a fleeting look of pain before his expression blanks.

“Yes, That means she has no idea she’s our mate. She probably thinks this is just a contract marriage.”

“You could just tell her.” Savy jumps in a confused note to her words.

Kingston sighs. “If she thinks this is a contract marriage and we tell her that, she will think we are just playing lip service to her. She won’t believe us.”

Jace raises his hand as if to run his hand through his hair before he remembers he can't. “Let's just make sure she knows we want a real marriage. This isn’t a contract to us. Then, when she trusts us, we can tell her.”

“That seems the safest bet. Look at how happy she is.” Marco points out that Voss says something to make her throw her head back in laughter.

“We will figure it out. Marco, make sure you pass the word to the others that no one is to mention her being our mate to her.”

“Will do Boss.”

Chapter Five

Fallon

February 14th

11:42 P.M

My cheeks ache, a dull, happy soreness settling into my face from smiling too damn much. I don’t think I’ve had this much fun in years. Maybe ever. The reception had been a whirlwind of laughter, dancing, and stolen glances, the kind of night that felt too perfect to be real. I danced with each of my husbands—more than once.

Kingston moved with effortless confidence, guiding me like he was made for it like I was made for him. Voss held me just a little too close, his smirk full of unspoken promises, his touch teasing but firm. Jace was all smooth precision, his large hands steadying me, keeping me grounded even as my head spun. Romano was Chaotic. Unhinged. Absolutely delightful. He had zero regard for rhythm, making me laugh until I almost tripped over my feet as he spun me around more than we danced.

At one point, I even waltzed with Odette, the two of us spinning dramatically across the floor like we were in some historical romance movie.

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