Page 46 of Knot for Me
“Hell no,” Marco shouts, coming around the desk and shoving my shoulder. “We don’t know what will happen to her.”
“She could find a new pack, one that isn’t so complicated.” I try to reason with him.
“You know that’s not how it’ll work, Lucas.” Cory gives me a look that says he thinks I’m a dumbass. “She’ll get taken in by someone, and we don’t know that they’ll be good to her. I’d rather have her here, hating you, than send her away.”
“She doesn’t want to be here.” I glare at Marco, who is standing over me.
“We can’t let her leave.” Cory shakes his head. “It’s a bad idea.”
“Why don’t we ask her?” Marco asks. “Let her decide. I’m not going to force her to leave, but if she really doesn’t want to be here, we should let her go. I don’t like the idea of her resenting us for the rest of our lives.”
“It’s probably too late for that,” I mutter.
“Speak for yourself.” Marco retreats to the other side of the desk and sits in the leather chair. “She enjoys my company. I think she likes Cory too. It’s only you she hates.” He smirks like that’s some sort of accomplishment.
“Fine,” I bite out. “We’ll ask her at dinner tonight. We need to cancel the charity pickup too.”
“I’ll handle that. I need to go to the store,” Cory says, standing and heading for the door.
Marco and I share a look, amusement flashing across our faces. He uses food to show his emotions. He’s worried about what she’ll say so he’s going to get supplies, no doubt trying to make the best meal she’s ever had. I have every confidence in his cooking abilities, but I have zero confidence in what Reagan will decide.
If she says no, I’ll have to let her go.
Losing another omega might drive me insane, but it’s better she leaves now rather than later. I’m already thinking of ways to get her to scream at me again so I can taunt her and we can repeat themistakewe made.
Her heat is coming soon too.
That’s a whole other problem that will be dealt with later. For now, I need to work off some stress.
“Want to hit the gym?” I ask Marco.
“Only if I can punch you in the face.”
I laugh. “Jealous?”
He scowls. “Don’t be a smug dick. She clearly regretted her choice.”
“Asshole.” I shove away from the desk and storm out of the office. He’s right though. Reagan regrets hooking up with me and that makes me feel like a piece of shit.
* * *
REAGAN
I keep to myself for most of the day, but around six, I smell something delicious. My stomach growls, reminding me that I very much love food and that I skipped lunch. I pause my mindless phone scrolling and stare at the ceiling.
“It’ll be fine. Cory and Marco will be there. You can avoid looking at Lucas and pretend like nothing happened, even though everyone definitely knows something happened.” The smell in the room has likely spread through the house now that the doors have been opened a few times. Not to mention, Lucas was covered in our fluids so he smells like bad decisions and fun.
“Stop being a baby, Reagan.” I make a face and sit up. “Stop talking to yourself, you fucking psycho.”
I need help.
Since I showered and changed into a loose shirt and soft leggings, all I have to do is check my hair in the mirror. I ignore the way my skin glows. Who knew endless orgasms were a crucial part to a great skincare routine? Once I’m satisfied my bun is clean but messy enough to look like I didn’t take fifteen minutes carefully tucking the pieces of my hair up, I head downstairs.
Everything will be fine. Lucas will probably say something stupid and make me mad, and I’ll go back to despising him. I won’t think about what we did, and I won’t remember how good it felt.
“Hey,” I say when I enter the kitchen. Cory is standing at the stove, mashing potatoes. He has his hair down tonight, and it’s a lot longer than I originally thought. Lush and a rich brown. I think I have hair envy.
He glances over his shoulder. “Hey, Reagan. Hungry?” His smile is infectious.
