Page 38 of Knot a Bad Idea

“Well, I doubt you know how to havefun, but sure,” the Beta replies. “And I’m assuming she knows that? That you have no plans for the future with her?”

No plans for the future.

Of course, they have no plans for me.

Little Miss Nobody.

But I stay against the wall, unable to move, as Donovan rips my heart out of my chest with his words.

“Of course not. Someone like her doesn’t belong with us.”

And the Beta man just laughs, like Donovan’s told the funniest joke of all time. “Oh, man, Axton, you arecold!”

Donovan doesn’t laugh, though.

In fact, the only thing I hear is the mocking laughter of the Beta man, delighted by Donovan’s words that destroyed.

I unfreeze from my spot and start walking, my eyes blurry with tears and my chest tight with shame. I head back down the hallway and toward the hotel bar, my mind swirling.

I was an idiot.

My gut feeling was right.

Donovan didn’t want me, not in the way I wanted him.

And what he said about his packmates…

Was I actually special to Liam? Would Hunter have been obsessed with anyone Donovan brought home?

My chest hurts, shame and guilt mixing with fear.

I was an idiot.

A stupid fucking idiot that can’t even follow the rules of a contract.

I head past the bar and out of the hotel. I fish my phone out of my clutch, ready to call a ride back to the packhouse, then back to Isleton.

I can’t be around them. I can’t even look at them?—

“April?”

I turn to see Donovan heading toward me, his brow etched with concern. “April?—”

“You,” I snarl, surprised at the anger that comes out of me. “You arrogant, self-absorbed, lying sack ofshit?—”

“April, stop.” He moves closer, and I step away from.

“Take one step closer and I make a scene out here and ruin your precious reputation,” I spit.

Donovan clenches his jaw, then nods. “Very well.” He looks at the phone in my hand. “What are you doing?”

“Getting a ride back to the packhouse, then leaving.”

He narrows his eyes. “The contract isn’t over.”

I bark out a laugh of disbelief. “No, it’s not. Don’t worry, I won’t be backing out of your events, even though I don’t belong in your world.”

I’m teetering between rage and shame, anger and despair.