Page 69 of Knot What I Expected

He asks.

And somehow that makes refusing the bastard harder.

Maybe that’s why this weird little Alpha arrangement of ours works.

He doesn’t want shit from us. Doesn’t want us bowing and scraping. Doesn’t expect blind obedience.

He just handles whatever needs handling and trusts us to do the same.

Asshole.

But he’s a good man.

A good Alpha.

Not like me.

“Fine.”

Wreck grunts.

“But you fucking owe me.”

“Sure.”

“I mean it.”

“Yeah.”

“And if I get murdered by a pack of suburban mothers fighting over a sale rack, I’m haunting your ass.”

“Wouldn’t notice the difference.”

“Fuck you.”

His mouth twitches.

I give him the finger and walk away.

Monster is disappointed.

No fight.

“Not today.”

Weak.

“Fuck off.”

I swear the bastard laughs.

After this morning’s drills, I’m covered in enough sweat and grime to qualify as a fucking biohazard, so I haul my ass toward the showers.

Twenty minutes later, I’m clean, wearing jeans and a dark T-shirt, and standing beside my truck wondering where the hell my life went wrong.

A mall.

I’m going to a fucking mall.