Page 39 of Knot My Fault
"You were eavesdropping," Easton says, his arm draped over Kit's shins like they're furniture he's claimed.
"I was getting a Sprite while information happened to reach me. Context matters."
There’s a moment of silence and then the table breaks into overlapping conversations, Blair’s Alphas stomping up to the table and immediately dragging him off somewhere. The Omega looks like a pig in shit as his women carry him toward what looks like the parking lot.
My attention moves back to the table, my chest finally settling all the anxiety I had been holding over the last year. There wereso many things I missed out on, trying to curl into myself, and be whatever I thought I was allowed to be.
But one look around the table, and I can obviously see that how much happiness I hid from. Each of these Omegas have found happiness through the auctions or weird connections or even just because they let themselves have what they wanted.
I reach over to grab Bishop and Hollis’ hands, pulling them into my lap. And now I’ve let myself have what I wanted. In my own way. And not one person at this table is asking for the explanation, the reason why, or demeaning my choice or how I call myself pack.
Unable to find anything else to say, I look around before stealing a fry off Blair's plate.
Milo starts laughing at me as Parker cuts off her conversation and looks at me. "When he gets back, he’s going to make you pay for that."
I squint at him as I steal another. “Stingy much? He has like a billion dollars or something.”
Avery cuts in. “And he already spent like five grand or whatever on you so you could have boyfriends.”
That’s not what happened at all. Well, that’skind ofwhat happened. I steal another fry anyway. “Well, he’ll have to count them to see and I’ll be gone before he gets back. I’ve heard stories about how often those three…” I stop, my cheeks heating up a little.
Parker bites her lip as her Alpha answers for her. “And they’re relatively quick about it, even if they come back smelling like a whole Omega slick factory. No shame. At all.”
“I’m glad I can’t smell that,” I say and then immediately freeze, waiting for the usual pushback but it doesn’t come.
“Lucky,” Milo mutters. They all burst out laughing as I tighten my grip on my men’s hands before looking down at where my wrists press against theirs.
“I think I know where I want my tattoos,” I mumble, looking over at Hollis and then at Jude. “Not now but soon?” I twist my arms so that my wrists are both face up. “Right here. So when we walk, it’s like they’re both touching you.”
Hollis immediately drags me into his side. “Not now, like as in tonight? Or like can we leave now?”
I open my mouth to say something as Milo cuts in. “No one is leaving! There’s food. We need food. And there’s pictures! We need to see everyone being crazy for the year and—” His words get muffled by a sudden kiss, his Alpha squeezing between him and Quentin.
I’ve only seen the football coach’s daughter in pictures and none of them do Iris any justice. “Milo, please, for one second just be quiet, okay? Now, let’s get this slideshow over with because I’m sure we’re all eager to leave campus.”
I frown. “I mean, I get that we’re graduated and everything but why…”
Bishop snorts at my side. “Sweetheart, the summer auctions are way more scandalous than the ones during the school year. And the kids who are taking summer classes… let’s just say they’re a completely different vibe.”
I almost get around to asking when I see something out of the corner of my eye and am immediately intrigued. Tats and piercings for days. The Alpha has to be nearly seven feet, the scar across his face hot as fuck. “Wait, what kind of sports are in the summer?”
I twist around to look at the packs littered across the table. Hollis seems the most confused until I look at Iris again. She offers me a wry smile. “The ones that everyone pretends doesn’t exist but enjoy anyway. You see, Knotlocke has always been a bit scandalous but uh… it goes way deeper than that.”
“Are we talking like fight club or like street racing or like some kind of hunting…”
“Yes,” one of Parker’s Alphas say.
I pause for a moment and then nod, leaning back into Hollis’ chest. I know they were trying to give me a bit of a warning but I’m more than curious. I just have to get my men to agree to come back for one of those games.
For now, though, I need to make a tattoo appointment.
