Page 21 of Knot for Me
She groans. “Crap, I forgot. What are you going to do?”
“Nothing,” I say with a shrug, pressing my hand into the cushion on the couch. Nice and firm. It’ll be a good place to take a nap in the middle of cleaning. “I’m going to do my job and keep my head down. Camila threatened to shun me.”
Her growl is loud and fierce for an omega who has yet to reach maturity. “I’ll rip her hair out if she does that.”
“Settle down, tiger. I don’t plan on getting shunned.” At least not yet, but I don’t tell Megan that. She’d flip.
“What is their house like? It’s probably big if they can spend a hundred grand on a maid.”
“It’s pretty huge,” I say, understating its worth. If she found out I was with Pack Bullet, she’d freak out. “Will you tell Mom I called?”
“You don’t want to call her?”
I grimace. “Not yet.”
She doesn’t speak for a few seconds. “You really should talk to her. She’s not as mad as you think.”
“You didn’t hear the messages. I need a few more days, then I promise I’ll call her.”
“All right, but I want a big birthday present. She’s going to grill me as soon as we hang up.”
I laugh. “Deal. Love you, Meggy.”
“Love you too, Rea.”
We hang up, and I blow out a hard breath, dropping onto the couch. Surprisingly, the air purifier does work; the room already feels less stifling, and I can breathe without clenching my teeth. I open my email, ignoring the message from Camila and the Omega Council. I click on one from an address I don’t recognize and read it.
Omega Cunt.
How many alphas does it take for an omega to die?
Three.
Your days are numbered.
“What the fuck?” I murmur, wrinkling my nose. Hitting the reply button, I tap out a message then read it out loud. “Dear, Douche, your message was received and ignored. Get a life. Affectionately yours, Omega Cunt.”
I hit send and throw my phone on the cushion, eyeing it suspiciously. Should I be worried about the random creep in my email? It could be spam, someone trying to prey on women who don’t know any better. Shrugging off the weird feeling the message gave me, I grab the phone and stand, heading to install the air purifier in my room before starting my cleaning for the day.
ChapterSeven
REAGAN
The library was spotless. I did some mindless dusting before grabbing a book and curling up in one of the oversized chairs. A week ago, if you would have told me a bunch of alphas had sci-fi romance in their library, I would have laughed. I’m halfway through the second alien book when I hear voices. I frown and snap the book shut. I was getting to a good part too. The main character was about to be railed by the alien after an intense hate to love standoff.
Sighing, I put the book back and repeat the page number in my mind a few times so I don’t forget where I am.
“Lucas,” a guy shouts from the front of the house.
I stiffen, wondering if I should answer or stay hidden. I haven’t met any of their friends or pack mates. Whoever this is had a key to the house, so they must be friendly, right?
“What’s that smell?” a woman asks.
Shit. My pheromones. Of course they can smell me. Damn air purifiers don’t work as well as they should. I thought they solved the problem, but maybe I’ve finally gotten used to the way the alphas smell. I guess the little bit the purifiers do help isn’t enough to erase my scent for people who haven’t been around me before.
“Is that? No. No way,” the guy says.
Footsteps pound down the hall, and I scoot deeper into the library, hoping they’ll leave me alone. The library door bursts open and a man and woman wearing light blue house slippers rush inside, scanning the shelves until their eyes land on me. Both of their eyes widen, and they share a disbelieving look. The woman is the first to look back at me.
