Page 47 of Knot Only For One Night

And he’s feeling it hard. He thinks he’s losing something he’s worked for his entire life when that literally isn’t the case.

There are only two alphas in this Pack, Asher and me, and neither of us wants that damn position. You could pay me a million fucking dollars and I would tell you to shove it.

My purpose is in my computer. And my Pack now.

“Reed.”

“What?” he snaps from between clenched teeth.

“Get your shit together.”

“Fuck you.”

“Seriously. If you’re gonna lead the Midnight Wolves, you need to be stronger than every fucking alpha in this house, in this damn world. You can't let a threat this damn small take you out like this.”

“You don’t understand.”

“Yes, I fucking do. You think I wanted to leave Midnight Wolves? No. But to achieve my goals, I fucking would. You need that level of willpower to do this job.”

“I’m not a fucking alpha, they don’t—won’t believe in me.”

“So make them.”

“It's not that damn easy!” Reed’s hands slash through his hair as he falls back onto the couch, which is good because if the fucker put his hands on me again I will actually toss him out my damn window.

I grab a smoke from the drawer in my coffee table, lighting it and taking a hit before sitting back down. I offer it to Reed and he takes it, hitting and giving it back to me.

“It’s not supposed to be easy, brother.” Another hit, the smoke burning its way down my throat and through my system. “But to have it all, you have to work for it.”

“For twenty-five, you are pretty wise.” He leans back and crosses his arms as he stares at the damned piece of paper on my coffee table again.

“You could be too, if you take your head out of your ass.”

Reed looks up at me. “Are you really not taking the job?”

I shrug with one shoulder. The job had been an exciting new possibility before. Now…“I wanted to see if they’d be open to remote work. I like the work for Wolves, but it’s not enough. I need more work, more consistent work too. Benefits wouldn’t hurt either.”

“That’s fair.”

“Yeah,” I say. Grabbing my computer and opening it. “First order of business: Esper. What are you doing?”

“I can’t make a decision right now.”

“I’m telling you to.”

He sighs and rolls his eyes, staring out the window. “These two days have been hell.”

“I know.”

And I do. He’s hurting, maybe as badly as Esper is. But it doesn’t change the fact he hurt her. As lost and scared as he may be, he's the one who has to make it right.

Reed swallows and folds his hands together, arms resting on his bent knees. He whispers, “I need her.”

“So you know what you have to do?”

He nods and grabs one of my pillows and hugs it.

Such a damn omega.