Page 13 of Knot Their Starlet

“This is my prize,” I say, unzipping his pants.

Right before I’m about to dip my hands into his boxers and tug his cock out, the door behind us slams open.

Oh no.

If the paparazzi catch wind of this, I’m fucked. Eli’s fucked. Leo’s probably fucked too. Same with Everett because my career might go up in fucking flames.

The homophobia that’s all too common these days will only be magnified by my stupid fucking designation.

And that doesn’t even take into consideration the more rabid portion of my fans that would riot if it came out I was fucking my very male, very alpha manager.

I don’t know why me being a dude means I can’t be with an alpha, especially when I biologically need one to help me through my heats, but that’s what the world is like right now.

I jolt, my head turning so fast the world spins a bit.

Holy shit, am I seeing things?

Not only am I looking at one of the most ethereal women I’ve ever seen, but she’s... bleeding?

Her chamomile scent, which I imagine would be calming in any other situation, is twisted with terror and bitter from her pain.

Blood drips down her chin onto the sparkling sequins of her beautiful gown.

Her jet-black hair is matted to the side of her face.

“Holy shit, are you okay? What happened to you?” I ask, scrambling to my feet.

“You should wrap that up if you don’t want the paps to see,” she croaks out. “I think we’ve got a minute before they find me.”

“Find you?” My mouth goes dry at the mention of paparazzi. “Have they been chasing you?”

She winces at my words, seemingly unable to meet my gaze as she sways on her feet.

“They have, haven’t they? Those fucking vultures have been hunting you instead of helping you.”

“Yeah,” she says, her voice small and shaky.

“You better not say jack shit,” Eli snarls, his blood orange scent swirling in the air with his agitation as he jerks up the fly of his slacks.

“Stop being a dick, Eli, look at her!” I say.

“Nothing to worry about here,” she croaks, holding up her hands in surrender. “Promise.”

Suddenly, the door is flung open behind her, and she’s sent stumbling forward.

Moving faster than I would’ve thought possible, I lunge forward and pull her into my chest.

Oh, no. Holy shit.

The moment I have her in my arms, I feel something squeeze in my chest.

Why... why does this feel so right?

CHAPTER 3

Andromeda

My return to consciousness is slow. Like my entire body is stuck in a pit of tar.