Page 68 of Knot Your Basic B*tch

CHLOE

Sabien and Kaintrudged through the door, dragging their feet like they had just labored a few days under the hot sun, while getting continuously bitten by rabid chihuahuas.

Which they hadn’t—they’d just gone to an interview with my dads.

Brutus was the only one of my alphas who looked composed. He casually opened the fridge, grabbing the pitcher he kept inside, and poured himself a glass of water. I mean, it was Brutus. I would have been shocked if he wasn’t composed.

“So… how did it go?” I sat on the soft black leather couch, in between the twins, looking from Kain’s drained face to Sabien’s blank expression (it must have been a bit much for him if he was dissociating this hard, poor guy).

Father had already texted me, saying that it went great.

He and the rest of my dads probably loved the idea of getting to grill their daughter’s scent matches.

For the love of God, they better not make this into a new family tradition. Cashmere was still looking for her alphas. Also, my younger sisters were all rather young. What if they ended up being omegas? If they found out that our dads weregoing to grill their alphas all because they were worried about mytinylittle mental breakdown after quitting Miller Smile’s, my sisters would kill me.

It wasn’t quite fair… though I guess I sort of expected it. What was more shocking was they hadn’t thought to interview any of Rebel’s alphas.

At least they weren’t being sexist… strictly speaking. Since I had interviewed pretty much every single alpha who was a finalist for Titus’ pack (which I think meant, that he sent all the hottest guys to get interviewed by me).

“Honestly, that was fucking terrifying.” Sabien admitted outright.

“Well, yeah.” I shrugged. “My dads can be a bit…muchsometimes.”

“Wasn’t just your dads. A bunch of your brothers were there too.”

“What!?”Assholes.

Why did my brothers think they had the right to go stick their nose in my business? I mean, true I’d done that for all of the alphas who’d wanted to get into Titus’s pants, but heaskedme for help. More like manipulated me into helping, with the threat of him living a life of regret and heartbreak with his poor choices.

“Yeah, I’ve never been interviewed by a panel of eleven men before.” Kain was wiping imaginary sweat off his brows.

Eleven?

What the fuck were my brothers playing at? That was every single one of my brothers (at least the ones who had grown out of diapers,) interviewing my scent matches.

You know what, actually it was fine. None of my brothers had chosen omegas yet for their packs… It was onlyfairthat I now get a chance to return the favor.

“Okay then, there’s only one thing left to do.”

Kain sighed heavily. Then nodded, like he was expectingme to come up with a part two to this stupid interview process to find his pack worthy.

I smiled coyly. “Now you just need to bite me.”

It was like my words dumped cold water on every man in the room, shocking them into action. Brutus rushed over from the kitchen, his second glass of water still in hand. Sabien stared at me slack jawed.

“Wait, what? Already?” Kain yelped.

“Yeah, why not.” I shrugged. I knew what I wanted. I knew that my alphas wereitfor me. So what was the point of waiting any longer?

“Do people throw a celebration for this sort of thing?” Sabien glanced at his packmates frantically.

“We should go get a cake or something.” Kain looked over at the key rings, where his car fob dangled as if he was planning on running out the door now.

“You can bite me like that shoe commercial—just do it.” I smiled.

Kain took in a deep breath and cracked his neck. “Are you sure you want this? You want to bond us?” He asked me in a quiet voice.

I nodded. Yeah, I was sure. Ever since regret smacked me full across the face at the Smile’s dental clinic.