Page 36 of Knot Our Reality

I suck on my teeth as I consider him. He looks contrite, but that could just be a facade he’s hiding behind.

“Fine. You’re not the first of my suitors who made a mistake while they were on the show. I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, but know this—if you try anything like that with me, I’ll lay you out.” I shake my head. “Why don’t you tell me about yourself, and we’ll go from there?”

“Thank you, Emilia. I appreciate you being willing to give me a chance. I’m thirty-five and am an alpha. I work as a headhunter. I love pretty much anything that gets my adrenaline going. I’ve been skydiving ten times. Bungee jumping, roller coasters—if it’ll get my adrenaline up, I’ll do it. I usually spend my weekends doing some adrenaline-inducing activity. Two weeks ago, I went cave diving for the first time, and it was amazing.”

I force myself to keep smiling because that all sounds terrifying. I’ve never been one for doing things that scare me if I don’t have to. I can’t imagine being with someone who so clearly loves chasing that high.

Luckily, he doesn’t seem to need me to speak as he tells me about some of his favorite adventures. When Reginald gestures to wrap it up,I’m more than happy to—for a completely different reason than with Evander.

“That all sounds amazing. You’ve certainly done some impressive things. Sadly, our time is up.” My smile never wavers, but Daniel’s certainly does.

He nods slowly. “Right. Of course. You still have two more suitors to meet. I look forward to talking with you more in the future.”

As soon as he walks away, my smile falls. I’m trying really hard not to judge him too much—not just because of what he did to Remington, but because of how our initial meeting went. I’m not someone who wants to send someone packing without getting to know them, but I’m not sure Daniel and I will be a very good match. I guess I have tonight and tomorrow to see if this was just a fluke or if he’s really just not someone I want around.

My attention focuses on the next limo as it pulls into the driveway and circles before coming to a stop. The door doesn’t open immediately, setting my nerves on edge.

No more than a few seconds can pass before my stomach drops, worrying about who will step out. Meeting Evander was amazing. Daniel? Not so much.

I really hope this meeting goes more like the first than the second.

A sigh of relief falls from my lips as the door finally swings open, and a handsome man steps out. His skin is a deep, dark brown, his black hair is cut close to his head, and a neat beard graces his jawline as he turns to smile at me. He’s probably about six feet tall, and honestly, gorgeous. I have no problems returning his smile, tilting my head when he turns back to the limo.

Is he not alone, then?

He looks vaguely familiar to me, but that’s about it. Either he’s someone I’ve done business with or he’s a past suitor. My best guess is him being on the show before, but I guess time will tell.

A second man steps out of the limo, and I forget how to breathe as the first man links their hands together. The second man is slightly taller than the first and much more solidly built, his body straining againstthe tuxedo he’s wearing like a second skin. His mussed hair is a light, golden brown that looks so soft that my fingers twitch at my side as if they can reach out and feel it. As he draws closer, my gaze clashes with his blue-gray eyes, and I lose awareness of anything except him.

A shiver runs down my spine as their combined scents hit my nose for the first time—rain on a sunny day, sea salt, and something sweet. There’s no way to parse out which pieces of the scent belong to which man, but the combination is slick-inducing.

Or maybe that’s just the bonded omega standing in front of me with his alpha.

Holy fucking shit.

“Hello, Emilia,” the first man says, his voice deep and cultured. “I’m Wilder Montgomery, and this is my omega, Camden.”

I can’t bring myself to tear my eyes away from Camden or to get my mouth to work. Slick spills from me completely unchecked, my perfume filling the air.

When Camden scents the air, my eyes widen. Can he smell just how turned on I am right now?

“Emilia? Camden?” Wilder’s voice finally breaks me out of whatever spell I’m in as I blink at him.

“I…I…ummm…” I shake my head, fighting my instincts that are demanding I bury my face in Camden’s chest.

What the actual fuck.

If I thought I reacted strangely to Evander, I’m flabbergasted by my reaction to Camden. Even when I met my first pack, I never felt like this with any of them.

Then a phrase begins to float around in my head.

Omega pair.

Is that what’s happening right now? Is Camden my fated omega?

Do I even believe in that?

“I’m sorry,” I finally manage as my eyes find Camden once again. “It’s just…you smell amazing.”

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