Page 37 of Knot Our Reality (Heated #5)

Emilia

W hen Friday rolls around, I find myself more than a little nervous for my date with Camden and Wilder.

Mainly because my brother finally got the results back from the blood test. It turns out Camden and I are indeed an omega pair.

Why does that make me more nervous?

It shouldn’t. It just confirms what I’ve been feeling since I met him. But maybe that’s the problem.

There’s still a part of me that’s fighting against the idea of finding a new pack. I’m sure it’s hard to believe, considering what I’ve gotten up to over the last few days, but somehow, the idea of having sex with them is different from building a pack with them.

Sex is a biological need of an omega, so it’s easier to forgive myself for that.

But so is needing a pack, but my brain doesn’t seem to want to accept that.

There’s a knock on my suite door, and I know it’s my dates for the night, so I try to shake off my thoughts.

I throw the door open to reveal Wilder and Camden looking sexy as hell. They’re both wearing button-down shirts with the sleeves rolled up to reveal their forearms and slacks. They look good enough to eat.

Thank goodness I decided it was more important to wear protective undergarments rather than sexy ones because I immediately start perfuming .

There’s no way I can hide that the sight of them turns me on, but I don’t need them to know just how wet I am with just a glimpse.

“Umm…hi. You both look amazing.” My eyes bounce between them, unsure which one I want to look at.

The answer, of course, is both.

Camden flashes that boy-next-door smile of his at me, leaning against the doorjamb. “And you look gorgeous. I love this color on you.”

I glance down at the icy blue dress that’s almost indecently short, considering how pregnant I am, before meeting his gaze. “Thank you.”

“Forget the color,” Wilder says with a chuckle. “You look sexy as fuck in this little number. Spin for us?”

I preen at his words, doing a slow turn. Even wearing flats, I know this dress makes my legs look miles long. I have to be careful about how fast I move because if I go too fast, the flowy skirt will fly out.

“Oh, yes. You make a very good point, alpha.” Camden takes my hand and tugs me out of my suite, letting the door shut behind me. “Shall we?”

Originally, I planned for us to go to Rancho Mirage for the night, but after waking from my nap, I knew I didn’t have the energy to venture out.

Luckily, Bree sent someone to the Greek restaurant we were supposed to go to and got a spread of food for us.

“I’m not sure where we’re supposed to be eating. Bree never told me.”

Wilder nods, wrapping his arm around my waist while Camden twines our fingers together. “Not to worry. We ran into her, and she let us know we were set up by the pool.”

“Oh, good. I enjoy being outside after dark. It’s beautiful out here.”

Camden hums. “It sure is.”

When I glance up at him, I flush because his eyes are locked on me.

Fates above, that’s so cheesy, but I also kind of love it.

I gasp when we step onto the back deck. The place looks completely transformed.

“What’s this?” I ask, glancing between the two of them .

“While Bree told us we would be dining out here, it was a lot earlier in the day. We had some ideas about how to make this an amazing date for you, so they made it happen.” Camden nods toward Wilder. “Although it was mostly him. He’ll be the first to tell you I’m not great at romance.”

Wilder chuckles. “You’ve got that right. I know it’s hard for you to plan ahead for the dates with the pregnancy, but I wanted to make sure tonight felt special even if we didn’t leave the compound.”

I glance around, taking in all the fairy lights and candles—real ones, for once—set up. There’s a table set up over the pool, but I can see straight down into it. The lights flicker along with the candles, and it’s beautiful.

Gauzy, flowing curtains hide away most of the deck, keeping my attention focused on the pool and table sitting there.

The table is big enough to fit more than the three of us, and I can already see it’s laden with food. It’s covered with an elegant black tablecloth, and I can see a bottle of something cooling. It makes me a little sad that I’m pregnant.

I know a glass wouldn’t hurt the baby, but I’m not taking any chances.

If I weren’t pregnant, I’d drink the hell out of whatever it is. Then again, if I weren’t pregnant, I wouldn’t be here, would I?

“What is this?” I ask as we approach the edge of the pool. “I assume it’s safe.”

Wilder nods. “It absolutely is. It’s just plexiglass, but it’s strong enough to hold our weight and then some.”

I allow the two of them to lead me across the plexiglass. They sit on either side of me, filling my plate with a little bit of everything before beginning to feed me.

“You know I can feed myself, don’t you?” I ask, taking a bite off Camden’s fork. It probably sounds like I’m complaining, but I’m really not. I like that they want to feed me.

“Don’t worry, omega. We’re quite aware you can feed yourself.” Wilder winks, lifting another bite to my mouth.

What am I supposed to do? Deny the food they’re lifting to my lips?

Unlikely, even if I wanted to—which, to be clear, I don’t .

Once we finish eating, I feel like I’m going to need someone to roll me out of my chair. I probably shouldn’t have eaten so much, but I couldn’t help myself. The food was just so good.

Wilder reaches over and pops the cork on the bottle that’s been chilling in the bucket of ice while we ate. “And time for our after-dinner drink.”

“Oh, um. I don’t drink when I’m pregnant,” I say quietly, putting my hand over my glass when he goes to pour some inside.

He chuckles, flashing the label of the bottle. “I’m sure you don’t, which is why this is a sparkling rosé grape juice.”

I flush, allowing my hand to fall away. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed.”

“No, omega.” Wilder shakes his head. “I should’ve told you what it was before.”

He pours glasses for each of us, and when I lift it to my lips, it’s absolutely amazing.

“Holy shit. I’m never drinking the real stuff again. This is amazing.”

Camden nods. “I don’t drink much during the season—or even in the off season—so this is a good alternative when I’m feeling fancy. I adore it.”

Glancing between the two of them, I take another sip before I set down my glass. “Camden, my brother came to get your blood earlier this week, didn’t he?”

“He did.”

“Did he tell you what it was for?”

He shakes his head. “No. I figured it was to test my hormone levels before shooting me full of more. I’m guessing from your question that isn’t why.”

“That might have been part of the reason, but it definitely wasn’t the only reason.” I’m going to kill my brother when I see him next. “Somehow, I knew he wouldn’t tell you why. He was running our blood to see if we’re an omega pair.”

His eyes widen as he glances at Wilder. “Oh. I’m kind of glad I didn’t know. ”

“I’m guessing there’s a reason you’re bringing this up,” Wilder prods when I don’t immediately begin speaking, and I nod.

“He got the results today, and I probably should’ve told you sooner, but I just…I don’t know.” I shake my head. “We are an omega pair.”

A grin breaks out on Camden’s face. “Really? That’s amazing, and it makes so much sense. But you don’t seem as enthusiastic about it.”

“Don’t get me wrong—I am,” I tell him, reaching out to squeeze his hands.

“But that doesn’t mean I can just bond with you.

Even when I had a completely different idea of how I thought this would go, I knew I couldn’t accept anyone into my pack without them meeting my boys.

If they don’t approve of the men in my life, how can I accept them? ”

Camden nods, his smile falling away. “That makes sense. Do you think they won’t like me?”

I shake my head. “That’s not it at all. I’m sorry. I’m messing this all up. What I’m trying to say is I’d like the two of you to join me for my family day on Sunday. I’d like you to meet my boys.”

“Both of us?” Wilder questions cautiously, and I nod. “You know, just because you and Camden are an omega pair, it doesn’t mean you have to accept me as your alpha. From what has been explained, omegas in the past were known to have separate packs with no overlap between the two.”

“That might be, but I like you, Wilder.” I gesture around me.

“How could I not when you put in this much effort into a date? You’re an amazing man, and anyone would be lucky to call you theirs—like Camden does.

Plus, wherever Camden goes, you follow. Even if I didn’t want you as my alpha, I’d still want you to meet them as his alpha. ”

Camden’s smile is back. “Of course I’d love to meet your boys.”

Wilder nods. “Me, too.”

“Good. I’m glad that’s settled. I was more than a little nervous about asking you. I don’t know why. If you’re here to be part of my pack, it’s not like you’re going to say no.” I shrug. “So, did you have anything else planned for tonight?”

Wilder’s smile turns wicked. “I’m glad you asked. Give me just a minute. ”

He jumps out of his chair and rushes inside. When he comes back, there are six men with him. He helps me and Camden out of our chairs.

They take our plates off the table, putting them on a rolling cart they seem to have pulled out of nowhere, but I’m sure it was behind the curtains, blocking out the rest of the deck from us.

One of the men pushes it inside while three of the men grab a chair each, and the last two men lift the table and carry it inside.

As soon as the door closes behind them, the lights around us and in the pool dim, and music filters through the air.

“Can we have this dance?” Wilder asks, and I nod.