Page 52 of Knot for Me
She snorts. “Thank fuck. I already dropped a deuce earlier.”
“For the love of—you aresoobnoxious.” I giggle and shake my head. “Jefferson has his hands full.”
“First, thank you for calling him Jefferson. It’s too early to snap necks. Second, he’s a lucky bastard, and he knows it.” She shimmies. “I’m hot as fuck.”
“Wow, so humble,” Marco deadpans as he struts into the kitchen, glistening with sweat. He opens the fridge and grabs water.
My eyes skate over every inch of muscle I can see then snap back to Amelie. She’s wearing a smug smirk. She saw me. Oh well. He’s attractive. I can look at an alpha without wanting to be their omega. It’s not a crime to ogle.
“I’m not going to dull my shine for you, Marco. Jeff loves me.”
“Shine on, Amelie. I love a woman who knows her worth.” Marco gives me a look and takes a big drink.
“Funny, I seem to recall thinking I was worth more, but one-hundred-thousand seemed to be all the alphas thought I was worth.”
Amelie coughs. “Bitter much.” She coughs again.
I glare at her. “It’s fucking rude, Amelie. You’re my friend, right? Be angry for me.”
“Oh, right.” She corrects the smile, frowning and giving Marco a disgusted look. “Reagan is worth at least two-hundred-thousand.”
“Fuck you,” I say, throwing the towel I was using at her.
She dodges it and cackles. “I’m so glad you’re able to joke about it. These things will eat you alive if you stay mad.”
“I am still mad.”
“It was us or them,” Marco says, like that’ll somehow make it better.
“The whole thing is fucked. Why can’t omegas find their mates like everyone else? Why does it have to be this whole system to appease the royals?”
Amelie sighs. “That’s a lot to unpack, and I’m starving. Can we worry about dismantling our society later?” she whines.
“Yeah, whatever. It’s dumb anyway.”
“It’s not dumb,” Marco states, setting his water bottle down. “You’re right. The system is fucked. I’m sorry you went through that.”
I bite my cheek and glance out the windows. “Thanks,” I mutter, not feeling particularly grateful. The guys are only part of the problem. The bigger issue lies with how the royals think omegas can be matched with the compatibility test. They’ve done a good job brainwashing people, but I’m not buying what they’re selling. This isn’t the best way to match omegas. There’s a better, more natural way for things to work out.
“By the way,” Marco says, “we have another training session tomorrow night at six.”
“Do we have to?”
“Yes, Reagan. Besides, aren’t you the one who was excited to learn how to toss me on my ass?”
I grin. “Solid point. I’ll be ready.”
“Good.” He smiles back at me, pearly whites perfectly straight. Showing that much tooth should be weird, but on Marco it only makes him hotter.
“Food?” Amelie asks again, stomping her foot.
“You’re so dramatic.”
“I was a thespian in college.”
“No kissing Reagan, Amelie.”
She and I both give Marco an incredulous look, and his face lines with confusion. We look at each other. She points at him. I nod. We burst out laughing since he clearly misheard her. Once we’re done wheezing and can breathe, Amelie clears her throat.
