Page 46 of Knot What She Seems
Jamie makes a face. “Really? Procreate? You had to go with that term?”
“It’s true, though. Isn’t it?”
Brock scratches distractedly at the nape of his neck. “Yeah. It’s a political match, but…”
“But?” My curiosity piques when I see the red in Brock’s cheeks.
Is he…embarrassed? I’m not sure I’ve ever seen this particular emotion on my friend’s face before. Granted, I’m not the best at gauging others’ emotions—as my packmates will attest to—but I’m nearly one hundred percent certain I’ve never seen Brock look sheepish before.
“She’s really pretty. And smart too, at least according to what we uncovered.”
“Ah. So you’re stalking the poor girl.”
Jamie sputters. “Not stalking, per se…” His cheeks turn nearly as red as Brock’s. “But if we’re to mate with her, then we should probably learn a little bit about her. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“I forget that dating isn’t a thing anymore,” I drawl sarcastically. “You know…that thing people do in order to get to know each other in a way thatdoesn’tinvolve stalking.”
Brock flips me off. “Fuck off.”
I smirk and return my attention to my salad before deciding I’d rather go hungry than eat this rotten shit. I push it away with a frown. “So who’s the unlucky lady?”
“Princess Brylee.” Jamie’s voice turns tender.
I feel my brows raise. “No shit?”
I’ve never met or even seen the princess before. I just hope she’s not like her brother. That obnoxious shit needs to be brought down a peg or two.
“The first meeting didn’t go well.” Brock frowns.
“Did she run away screaming when she saw your ugly faces?” I ask.
Jamie winces. “She sort of…maybe…kind of…um, fainted.”
“And not the good kind either,” Brock adds. “Like, it wasn’t an ‘I’m overcome with happiness’ type of faint. It was the ‘I can’t believe this is fucking happening to me’ faint.”
I volley my gaze between the two of them in disbelief…before throwing my head back in laughter.
I would’ve paid to see that.
“Oh god,” Jamie whispers conspiratorially to Brock. “You know it’s embarrassing when even Luka’s laughing. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him do that before.”
“Ha. Ha. Ha. Laugh it up, asshole,” Brock says dryly, though his eyes glimmer with amusement. “You won’t be laughing when we’re building a nest for our beautiful omega, and you’re still stuck at this shitty ass school.”
“Are you building a nest to catch her when she faints again?” I ask once my chuckles subside.
“In all seriousness, have you guys given any thought to your own mate?” Brock asks, expertly changing the subject.
I scoff. “Of course not.”
“You don’t want one?” He sounds genuinely surprised, as if the prospect is ridiculous.
I give him alook. “Why would I want some pampered princess—pun unintended—ruining my damn life?” I shudder at just the thought.
Every omega I’ve ever met has wanted stuff from me I wasn’t willing to give—time, attention, and affection. Mytimeis better spent helping my country. Myattentionshould be fixated on strategies to keep my brothers alive. And my affection? Well, I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t do that shit. Hugs and cuddles and kisses aren’t for me.
“What if you find your scent match?” Brock challenges.
“Still wouldn’t change anything.” I shrug. “Don’t want somebody thinking they can pop into my life and tell me what to do.”
