Page 22 of Knot for Me
“Hey there,” she says, beaming. “I’m Amelie, and this is my mate Jefferson.”
He scoffs. “My name is Jeff.”
Amelie rolls her eyes. “Which is short for Jefferson.”
“Babe, I told you I hate that name.”
“And I told you I don’t care. You’re Jefferson to every woman but me.” She narrows her eyes and pokes his chest.
He grins and holds up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay.” Glancing at me, he nods. “I’m Jefferson.”
Wrapping her arm around him, she presses into his side while he hugs her to his body. They’re so cute it makes me want to vomit. I realize I’ve been staring at them and not saying anything when Amelie bites her lip and looks at Jefferson, pleading for help.
“I’m Reagan,” I say, standing a little taller. If they have slippers, they must be pack.
“So they finally took another omega?” Jefferson asks, eyes lighting with excitement.
“Babe. She doesn’t want you to bring up the other omega.” Amelie slaps his chest. “Excuse him, he has no manners,” she says to me. “He’s only ever been around me, and betas are a little different than omegas.”
“Another omega?” I ask, furrowing my brow.
The clothes. That scent. So faint but there. I had hoped it was someone’s mom… but that seems that’s not the case.
“They had an omega?” That explains the closet, but if they had an omega, what happened to her? They seemed like good guys, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe they hurt her.
“Uh, yeah,” Jefferson says nervously. “She’s dead though.”
Oh shit. They killed her. They’re a bunch of murdering psychopaths who like alien smut. I guess murderers can like smut too… but why aliens? You’d think they’d have taboo romance since they’re killers and all—some real twisted stuff would be more appropriate. Okay, maybe they didn’t kill her. That’s a bold assumption. Someone who likes tails being used to penetrate a woman wouldn’t kill someone else, right?
Oh God.
Stay calm, there’s no reason to think they’re planning your death. Does my door have a lock? Crap, I don’t know if my door has a lock. I need a chair. I can put it under the doorknob while I sleep.
“God, Jeff. You seriously have no tact.” Amelie scoffs and elbows him.
“What? I didn’t want her to freak out about the other omega. I thought telling her Emily’s dead would help the situation.”
She scowls at him. “We’ll talk about this at home.” She leaves his side and walks toward me. “I’m so sorry. I’m sure they wanted to tell you their own way. Jeff has no filter and seriously throws up words he shouldn’t all the time.” She stops a few feet away from me, eyes skating over my body. “Are you okay?”
“How did she die?” My voice comes out soft and almost afraid. I don’t know if I want to know what happened.
“She was murdered.” Amelie steps closer. “The guys were devastated. But now they have you. They never completed the mate bond, so you don’t have to worry about that.”
“I’m not their omega.”
Her face contorts with panic. “Fuck. Listen, Reagan. It really wasn’t serious. They had her all of two weeks before it happened. They had bitten her to initiate her into the pack, so a bond did break, but the guys haven’t had another omega since. It’s been five years. I promise you, you’re all they care about now.”
She’s trying to comfort me, and it’s almost comical. I would laugh, but I don’t. She’s being so nice that if I were their omega, I would instantly calm down. The circumstances would be weird for a new omega but given that the other woman is dead, things would work out.
“No, I’m literally not their omega. I’m the maid.” I point to the feather duster I left on the coffee table. “I’m here to clean.”
“What happened to Alice?”
“Who’s Alice?” Just how many women do these men have in their lives? I stomp on my growing anger, reminding myself I have no right.
“The maid,” Jefferson supplies.
The front door shuts and all of our eyes widen. Theirs because they’ve told me information they weren’t supposed to and mine because I can smell the guys from here. Fuck. Those damn air purifiers. We’re going to need to order at least fifteen more. As if my body has a built-in radar, the closer they get the stronger my scent grows. My damn omega needs resurfacing and trying to humiliate me all over again.
