Page 55 of Knot Only For One Night

Being approached because you are pretty is much better than being approached because you are an omega, and knowing if it’s the latter reason is important. That’s usually the wrong kind of attention.

If he’s approached me because I’m an omega, then the scent-blocking spray in my purse needs to be replaced because it’s obviously not working.

“For her sake, I hope not,” Jewels scoffs as she hovers on the other side of the bar. I mentally thank her for sticking close.

“I’m here for”—The reality of saying Reed’s—or Red’s—name and being publicly rejected chokes me—“Neven.” He’ll likely end up as my lead alpha, and therefore feels like the safest name to drop.

“Neven?” the guy asks, his hand coming around me at this very empty and open bar.

I gulp and attempt to slide from under the stranger’s arm, but he moves his arm lower, blocking me.

Now I’m awkwardly pissed.

“Excuse me!” I yell as I try again to slide under his other arm. The last thing I want to do is touch him, but if I have to shove I will. A growl escapes my lips when he blocks me again. I turn to face the man trapping me against the bar and glare.

“Where are you going, Omega?” The nickname grates on my skin like rough sandpaper. Much different to my omega’s reaction when Neven calls me that.

“Away. From you.” Just as I’m about to shove the man away, he’s ripped backward by the collar of his shirt.

By my deliciously tattooed beta.

“Don’t you have a run to do, Cyclops?” Soren says, shoving Cyclops back and sliding into the space next to me. He still towers over me, even with me sitting on these tall bar stools. He leans both his elbows on the bar, facing a glaring Cyclops.

“Since when are betas into omegas? Better yet, since when are omegas int⁠—”

“Since me,” I growl, my omega pissed at the assumption. I turn to face Soren, pressing my lips to his, biting his lower lip. He gives a throaty chuckle and lets me kiss his soft lips. Just to make my point further, I go and rub my cheek against his. Scent marking what’s mine.

Maybe that’s what I should do with Reed, Neven, Asher—just claim them all.

But that isn’t right. Consent is important.

I want them to want me. To choose me. As I chose them.

I pull away and gaze back at Cyclops who is still standing there.

I smile as Soren’s cinnamon scent flows over me. I pull away, leaning my head on his shoulder. My omega purrs as I rest my hand on his arm.

Cyclops sputters before whining, “Omegas belong with⁠—”

“Check yourself, Prospect. You’re on probation. I’m a born-in member. She’s mine. Now move the fuck along.”

The man scowls, looking between the two of us before walking out the door and into the sunlight.

“I thought his name was Cyclops?” I scrunch my eyebrows as I look up at Soren. His brown eyes are much darker than yesterday. Almost like a protective cloud surrounds him.

“He’s a prospect as well, someone trying out to join the MC.”

“Oh.”

“I called Neven for you, hon,” Jewels says as she wipes the counter, winking at me as she slides down the bar. “Got it handled, Fox?”

Soren chuckles and nods as Jewels walks down to the other side of the bar.

“Fox?” I ask, gazing at my scent match.

“Roadname,” he grumbles, and I hold the side of his face with my hand. His skin is so soft under mine. My nails gently graze him, and I could purr at the feeling.

“Foxes are cool,” I say through a smile. His hard eyes soften my words. “Smart. Strong.”