Page 75 of Knot Only For One Night

Tomorrow! Oh my god, I could vomit.

“Ask me one of the generic questions, ‘Tell me about yourself,’” I say and she hums, finally looking up at me through the screen.

“Tell me about yourself,” she asks and immediately goes back to focusing on her nails. Which is fine, I just need to run through my answers to ensure I remember them.

Not that she’d help much more than that anyways. Maybe I should’ve called Neven or Soren.

“I’m Esper Malent, I’m a second-year student in the design program at White Pine Crest University⁠—”

A knock cuts off my speech, and I turn towards my door. The guys said they had a meeting with another MC, and Penny was clearly engrossed in her nails and not eager to come over to help me in person.

A dose of panic shoots down my spine. What if something happened? What if someone is hurt?

Maybe it’s not them. Maybe I’m overthinking it. Maybe it’s someone who needs a tube of toothpaste or maybe they have the wrong door. Passing out flyers for a party or play or petition.

“Well, are you gonna answer?” Her sharp voice cuts through my daze, and I stumble up from my desk chair. Tucking my hair behind my ears, I slowly open the door. Four familiar delicious scents hit me, and I open the door wider to greet my Pack.

Reed is front and center, his white hair is pulled up in a ponytail and his brown eyes latch onto mine like a magnet. He sighs into a smile like just the sight of me brought him comfort. I almost move to jump into his arms…until I notice the bruise forming on his cheek. My smile instantly drops as my gaze travels among my other packmates.

Neven’s normal crewneck and collared shirt is absent, replaced with a rumpled, dirt-covered t-shirt. Asher isn’t much better, disheveled and hunched, a worn look on his face.

Soren… Soren is the worst of them all. He leans against my door frame, his head tilted as his eyes close. A gash across his cheek lightly bleeds.

My heart sprints with some combination of panic and fury. I rush back toward my phone. “I’ll call you back, Penny⁠—”

“Don’t bother,” is all I hear as the phone clicks off. I turn back to my Pack—my bloody, bruised-up Pack.

“What happened?” I asked, grabbing Soren’s hand and leading them inside. I pause though. Looking them over again.

Dirty.

Outside clothes.

In my room.

I gulp, willing myself to direct them onto my bed, but Reed stops in the middle of my room.

He pulls his shirt up and off over his head, and his pants next. I blush, as if I hadn’t got a great fucking view of the omega yesterday.

The guys instantly follow suit, stripping down to their boxers. Neven neatly folds each of their clothes in stacks by my door, and I can breathe easier as their outside clothes are far from my bed.

They each grab the cleaning wipes I keep by my door and wipe their hands, arms and faces too, and I blush realizing how well they know me.

“Thank you.”

Reed plants a kiss to my forehead before passing me, jumping on my bed. Asher follows suit. His eyes catch mine, waiting for my confirmation.

I nod, happily, as my consent-driven alpha sits.

Neven leans against my desk, arms crossed over his sculpted chest, and as if a bulb lit in a pitch-black room, my omega realizes we’re in a room filled with naked, muscular men. She begs me to shed all my clothes too. Shaking my head, I try to focus on the cut on Soren’s face… and definitely not about how hot he looks right now.

Gosh, what is my problem?

“Accomplice, you getting into trouble without me?” I ask as I direct Soren to sit in my desk chair.

He sits, shrugging as I pull out my first aid kit.

“What happened?” I say, turning serious as an explanation was seemingly not on its way.