Knot Their Darling (Knotting-verse #1)

I don’t know why I feel like I need to run and hide, but I do. Somehow, someway, I manage to hold my breath the entire retreat, until I’m safe behind a set of doors that separate me from the herd of alphas and omegas in the ballroom, getting to know each other, talking and laughing. Flirting and making eyes at each other.

I damn near collapse when I make it to the shared table Raeka had made me over at. Leaning forward, I press my forehead against my arms and close my eyes as I hunch over the table.

It wasn’t all of those alphas that made me want to retreat; it was just one. Well, two if you count the silent, glary one next to him.

Nic. He caught me off-guard with the way he responded to my question, and then he kept prodding, kept wanting to know more about me. He was the only one, out of all of the alphas I met tonight, that actually felt genuine to me. Maybe it’s just because I know he helps people he doesn’t have to; I learned that at the front door to the building.