Page 57 of Knot a Bad Idea

Hunter’s scent still lingers on me, and my mating gland throbs with sensitivity.

“Fuck, I just miss you, April.”

His words echo in my head.

Foolishly, I reach for the phone he gave me, which I left on the nightstand.

I read the two texts he sent earlier.

I’m not giving up, sweetheart.

Ever.

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I fixmy tie as I stand in front of my bathroom mirror, feeling like the biggest asshole on earth.

I’m haunted by the ghost of April’s scent, the sweet vanilla laced with the hint of lemon.

It’s the scent of her sadness.

I fucking hate it.

As much as I want to blame him, it’s not just Donovan’s fault, either.

I didn’t do enough to make her know my feelings for her were real.

“You could become obsessed with anyone.”

Her accusation rings in my head.

But it’s not fucking true. Sure, I’m obsessive as fuck, and when I want something, I go for it…

Yet I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her.

Sure, my pack had Kelly when we were barely eighteen. We were just kids then, and we didn’t know what the fuck we were doing.

That shit ended abruptly when she knew she wasn’t the Omega for us.

Then there was work, and when the pack wasn’t working, there were art classes and charity events.

And I was fine with that.

Life was good.

No, there was never any woman I wasobsessedwith until April.

Being without her makes me sick.

She told me to leave the other night, and I did…technically.

I just didn’t saywhereI was going.

If I moved my car and slept a street down from her, she doesn’t need to know.

I just had to breathe in her scent that night.