Knot Their Darling (Knotting-verse #1)

The next day, it’s hard for me to focus on anything. I can’t stop thinking about the date with Warren, and if I’m totally honest, I’m nervous about the date tonight with Darius. Out of the three of them, he’s the one I’ve seen the least, the one I’ve spoken to the least. Our interactions involve him catching me in his office, using his alpha dominance on me, acting like he can’t bear to be in the same room as me even though his scent drives my inner omega wild, and then a half-assed apology—but only because Nic asked him to.

Yeah, I don’t think tonight’s date is going to go nearly as well as my date with Warren.

It is what it is, though, and it shouldn’t even matter to me. Getting close to any of them isn’t my goal. My goal is to find a safe place to get to, somewhere I can have a future where Jay’s shadow isn’t constantly looming behind me. That’s not here.

Warren did offer to take care of him for me, to kill him. If anyone deserves to die, it’s definitely that asshole, but I don’t feel right calling myself judge and jury, nor do I feel right letting Warren be my executioner.