Page 51 of Knot Your Basic B*tch

My mind drew a complete blank. What had the two of us even spoken about? All the interviews blurred together a bit.

Oh, shit.

Simon wasn’t the alpha who’d gone army crawling through the Institute cafeteria to get me a sandwich, was he?

Whatever. If it got him noticed and a part of Titus’ pack, no harm done.

“You’re welcome.” I smiled in reply, my gaze darting over to my brother in question.

Titus glanced pointedly to the alpha next to him.

Got it. Whoever was at my brother’s side had the hots for Simon.

“Chloe, I’d like you to meet Arrow.” Titus reached down and took Arrow’s hand, “he’s a good friend of mine.”

A good friend, huh?

Fuck yeah.

Now, I remembered how I’d practically text screamed at Titus to man up and talk to this “friend” that he’d been clearly interested in.

I could immediately see why Titus liked him. Arrow was handsome, like all of the other alphas Titus had me interview… but there was something alluring about Arrow.

Maybe it was the buzz cut that drew attention to his doe-like brown eyes. They were soulful and deep, framed by exquisite long lashes. He had high cheekbones and thick and delicate lips, that were a dusky rose against his dark complexion.

Well… fuck. If I didn’t have my scent matches, I would be tempted to go for Arrow as well.

Was there a way for me to give my brother a high-five and tell him “nice” without seeming disrespectful? There should be. Titus did good.

Even meeting him for just a brief while, I had a good feeling about Arrow. He seemed sweet, and he couldn’t take his eyes off my brother for a second. I don’t even understand why Titus would even have me do all of these interviews in the first place, the way that he was looking at Arrow with a dumb grin on his face.

Boys were just fucking dumbasses sometimes.

“Hey, I’ll walk you back to class.” Titus said, as I got up to throw the crumpled tin-foil (all that was left after a truly decadent burrito. Ten out of ten) in the trash and scurry back to my evening lectures.

Titus turned to Arrow, cradling that strong jaw in his hands. “I’ll see you in a minute,” he murmured before leaning down to give him a quick kiss, full on the lips.

Arrow nodded as he broke away from the kiss looking a little bit breathless. His eyes were wide, as he stared at Titus as if my brother was the best damn sight in the world.

Awwww!

I was so happy that my brother was happy.

Even if Titus was my brother, and I could remember all of his awful teenage years… all those gross sweaty hugs, the fermenting clothes that were alwaysnearbut notinthe laundry basket and the general rebellion against deodorant—I had to admit, my brother was an okay dude.

Once the two of us were around the corner and out of sight, I threw my arms around my brother. “I love your pack and I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Titus wrapped his arms around me, squeezing tight.

“Thank you, Chloe.” Titus let me go, clearing his throat as if that could distract me from the way that his eyes were welling up with emotion, and that he was right on the brink of crying happy tears. “I don’t know what I was even thinking with Arrow… if you hadn’t started bitching at me to talk to him…”

Bitching?

No. I was saving him from a lifetime of regret.

“Hey, I get it.” I nodded at him.

There must have been some onions around here, because now my eyes were starting to get a little bit teary.