Page 258 of Knot What I Expected

That's when I know.

Not the Fates.

Not mating fever.

Not the heat burning through my body.

Me.

Gabriella Santos.

I know I want this man.

Tomorrow. Next month. Next year. Forever.

I want him arguing with Matteo over Alpha tax. I want his boots beside mine at the door. I want to steal his flannels.

I want him bitching about my car. I want kissing eyes across the dinner table. I want to fall asleep with his growl vibrating beneath my cheek.

I want my son to know what it feels like to have a father who chooses him.

And maybe someday—maybe sooner than I ever imagined—I want another baby.

His baby.

My hands slide up his chest.

“Rowan.”

His gaze sharpens.

“What?”

I rise onto my toes.

“Knot me.”

Every muscle in his body locks.

“Honey Girl.”

“I know what I'm asking.”

His eyes search mine.

“Say it because you want it. Not because your heat wants it.”

I smile through my tears.

There he is.

My Alpha.

My choice.

“I want it.”

His breathing roughens.