Page 32 of Knot Only For One Night

But my eyes land on my bike, the Midnight Wolves logo on the tank, and I internally smile.

My home is here, with Red and Prez.

“We need to cancel these weekly meetings,” I say. I can’t surround myself with toxicity. And on top of that, maybe if I cut them off I can be more accepted into the fold with the Wolves.

Rocker steps closer. “And miss out on how my baby bro is doing?” He swings his arm, as if to wrap it around my shoulders, but only scrapes it against the brick as I dodge out of the way.

“Yes.”

Lightning stuffs his hands in his jeans pockets. “You’re walking away from an omega? Didn’t think betas were immune,” he says in a singsong voice that makes my skin crawl. How could I fucking forget.

I scoff, turning to leave. “You can’t promise a fucking omega⁠—”

“Eastern Outlaws play by different rules,” Lightning says. “You know that.”

“And when Prez finds out?”

“Ace ain’t my damn Prez and ain’t gonna do shit.”

“Yeah, ’cause you ain’t a snitch,” Rocker adds, hanging off Lightning now.

They were so wrong, I am a snitch. I’m whatever I need to be for Prez, for the Midnight Wolves. For those poor omegas stuck in their nasty hands being sold and forced to be with whoever their President gives them to.

The real reason Red couldn’t be here is because he couldn’t keep his cool. Not when it came to omegas.

I needed to find out if this was a bluff. A way for their Prez to lure people in but never fulfill their promise, hopefully.

“How can I trust you’re telling the truth?” I ask, as if I’m actually considering it. As if an omega would be interested in a beta anyways.

“Because we’re your older brothers.”

“Do you have an omega? Did your Prez actually give you one?”

“Not yet, but he will.”

Ahh. So there’s a chance.

“Has anyone gotten an omega? Bitten them?” I ask. The thought of any of those vile-ass creatures putting their grubby hands on anyone makes me sick, but I need to know.

Rocker scuffs the heel of his boot against the ground. “Prez has. There’s a list. We can put your name on it. Better yet, we could Pack up and share an omega."

So there's no omegas then. Good. We're not dealing with trafficking for now, at least. Hopefully there were no plans to change that and it really was just a lie their president put together to get people to follow him.

“Yeah, no. I’m good,” I say before walking away and waving a hand back to them without another look at their worthless asses.

If Prez didn't need me to meet with them again, I wouldn't be back. I’d never see their ugly mugs again.

“Love you, brother!” Lightning yells after me. I flip them off without turning around.

In my haste to get back to my bike, I hear a small yelp before I feel someone crashing into me. My hands instantly go to catch the person. A her, based on the size of her arms I’m grasping to keep her from keeling over. Looking down, I see dark hair and precariously tilted laundry baskets.

“I’m sorry!” the woman yells and tries to catch her clothes before they hit the ground. I grab them too, narrowly saving her from having to wash them again.

“It's okay,” I grumble, holding out her laundry basket. Her perfume is strong. I’ve never smelt a woman's perfume so strongly before. Normally I never do. Not nearly as strong as a men’s cologne, but hers… hers actually smells good.

I try to step around her, and I feel her hand lightly graze my side as I keep walking even though every cell in my body begs me not to.

I need to get the fuck out of here.