Page 11 of Knot My Omega

“You know who. What do they want, anyway? Maybe they’re coming back to buy some things. Maybe they forgot their wallets or something.”

“Could be,” she replied.

Chapter Eight

Benji

“We have to tell Harlan.”

“Where do you think we’re going?” Roan’s legs were moving faster than I’d ever seen them.

“Harlan!” we said in unison as we approached the booth.

“Look!” he said, holding up a plastic tote. “This is all that’s left, and someone showed interest but said they wanted to pay by some online service I don’t have on my phone. I told them I’d bring it back and have that app on my phone for next week.”

“You sold out?” I asked.

“I did. Isn’t it great?”

I nodded. “We have something better to tell you.”

Harlan scoffed. “Better than selling out? The only thing better than that would be if you two ran into our omega while you were wolfing down lunch. By the way, you didn’t bring me any.”

Oh. We hadn’t.

“Well, then we have something better to tell you,” Roan said.

“What?” Harlan dropped the tote, making a clamor. Several people around us stared but who could blame him? “Where? Where is she?”

“We were walking around shopping and we saw her. She has a booth with some other people. I’m not really sure of the situation but there was another omega and three males. She was holding a baby but it wasn’t hers. Harlan, she’s gorgeous.”

“How can you be sure?” he asked. “Her scent?”

“Like home and autumn, and everything Christmas all bundled in one.” I opened my mouth to add my two cents but Roan was right. Lily smelled like everything bright and calm in the world.

And everything I wanted.

“Where is she?” My other wolf packmate craned his neck, looking for our mate.

“She’s at her booth. She was selling things. We asked her if she wouldn’t mind talking to us later and she agreed to.”

“I need to know,” he said.

“Over there.” Roan pointed toward her booth. “I’m not going to describe her. I want to test it out. See if you scent her first.”

We half worked, half watched as Harlan made his way over. In no time, he was at Lily’s booth and speaking to her. He made her laugh. I was the tiniest bit jealous.

Then I watched the smoothness. Harlan was a genius. Sure, I intended to buy some things later on, but Harlan, well, he bought all of it. No. He left a few things. Genius. Otherwise, she might leave.

He did a lot of talking too.

He came back with two huge cloth bags full of stuff and a big-ass smile on his face.

“Well?” I asked.

“Yeah. I’m hers. We’re hers. She’s ours. Whatever. Lily is our omega.”

All of us stood there, making a stupefied triangle of shock. We’d found her.

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