Page 41 of Knot Their Boo
“This is hypothetical.” He shrugs, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“Right.” I pause, tilting my head as I observe him. He’s never struck me as dangerous, despite the reputation he once had as a teen. “How does the stalker know these hypothetical omegas know they’re being stalked?” I ask, wondering if he’ll catch my subtle attempt to confirm who Taron is stalking.
“They’ve caught the stalker, and enjoyed the outcome…” He says with a shrug after a short pause to consider the question. His smirk tells me he didn’t miss my dig.
“So,hypothetically, you have been stalking Rhian and Sable, and they caught you? And neither of them cares?” I ask, squinting at him like I find that hard to believe.
“Oh, they care. Hypothetically,” he corrects, smirking, “like I said, in this completely made up scenario, they both enjoy it.” He shrugs, and I let out a snort of disbelief. “So is that stalking, or is it just… having fun with the omegas?”
“If you have to ask, I’m going to go ahead and say it’s definitely stalking, but if neither of them cares, then I guess there's no harm.” I sigh, shaking my head at Taron. He’s going to make my life stressful, I can already tell.
I can see my future children having a crush one day, and coming to their fathers for advice… only for me to have to explain that no, stalking is not an appropriate way to show affection, and what Taron did is actually almost always creepy.
I glance into the bag to see a face mask and a bundle of black clothing underneath.
I sigh again, shake my head one last time, and walk away. There’s no reason to prolong my suffering. At some point, I’ll never be able to escape this fucking alpha.
SABLE
With just a week until Halloween, the town is buzzing with energy every night. Something I’ve always loved about living here. We thrive around the holiday season, and I can’t deny that the joy is infectious. Even though it’s going to be a hard year without Grams, I have Plum and Bee.
And maybe I’ll even have Taron, Rhian, and Colter now.
The only downside is that the entire town is preparing for the big day. So as I walk into the restaurant that Taron picked, I can’t help but feel a little uncomfortable with some of the stares I get. Tonight’s the town dance, so I expected it to be a little less crowded.
I’ve been here before, considering this restaurant is as old as the town. The brick faced building is two stories with an upper balcony and bayed windows in the front that look out on the street.
Well, sort of. It’s a family-owned location, and the original would be two hundred years old at this point. It’s been rebuilt and updated every twenty years or so, according to Grams. I was five when it got its last update, and all I remember is Grams bitching about the lack of pie so much that the owners eventually added it back to the menu.
I can’t help but feel like everyone’s eyes are going to be on me. Ugh, no. That’s so self-centered. But in this town, is it really that crazy to think I’ll get stares when Colter, Taron, and Rhian meet me here for dinner? I get stares just for talking to them in public.
I don’t have to wait long for an answer, at least, because as soon as I approach the hostess, the three men are already waiting for me at a nearby table. They gotthegood seat.
The corner table ofBolster’sis the coveted spot for a reason. It's a window spot, with twinkling fairy lights draped across the wall. The view of the town's center gazebo as it’s decorated for Halloween reflects off the glass, creating a haunting picture.
I freeze in place, unable to move as I look at the three men who are my dinner dates. Are they matching? Did they plan this? When Rhian asked what I was wearing, I thought he was just trying to gauge whether he should dress up. But they are all in black slacks, with a black button-up silk shirt.
Colter is wearing his rolled at the sleeves, his slutty little watch on display once again. His brown curling hair looks wet still, and I can’t believe how sexy that looks.
Rhian has his sleeves down to the wrists, his blond hair styled neatly back, and his face is clean-shaven. Sweet mother-of-pearl… His blue eyes are even more striking in the light.
Then there’s Taron. The top few buttons of the shirt are undone, showing off his tattoos. His black hair is a bit out of control, but that’s just this alpha’s mode.
When they notice me, they all stand at once, making me giggle. Colter moves slowly, eyes wide as he takes in the sight of me in my dress. Taron stands so fast I worry his chair might fall, but I can’t resist a smile when he freaking whistles.
Rhian stands, his smile lighting up his face, as he moves around his seat and heads over to me.
“You look very beautiful, Sable,” Rhian says, making me blush. I take his offered hand and follow him to the table, where Colter pulls my chair out for me. I wore a deep purple dress that forms to my curves with a slit up to my hip. I had to wear a very thin g-string under this dress, deciding against a bra. The fabric is ruffled at the bust with a built-in boning to keep the girls in place. My green hair is down in curly waves that frame my face just the way I like. I spent a lot of time perfecting my cat eyeliner, and of course, I wore a matching purple lipstick. My black satin platform heels don’t even bring me to Rhian’s height.
“Thank you, Rhian. You look really good tonight,” I murmur as I take my seat, glancing between the three men. Fuck my life, they all smell so fucking incredible. Did they use a cologne to boost their pheromones? That’s diabolical. I would know, because I did the same thing. That seems like something Taron would plot.
“You look fucking stunning,” the alpha in question says, leaning over to take my hand in his. I watch as he slowly lifts it, pressing a feather-soft kiss to my skin as his own hand trembles in mine. Is he nervous too?
“Thank you, Taron. You look very handsome as well,” I say as Rhian takes his seat across from me, followed by Colter to my right.
“You’re truly breathtaking,” Colter murmurs as he leans over and presses a kiss to my shoulder. Something that sends goosebumps racing across my skin.
“You flatter me, Colter. Thank you. You look incredible yourself,” I say, my voice starting to tremble. The table is round and not terribly large, so we’re all touching knees under the black tablecloth.
