Page 132 of Knot Their Starlet

“Northline.”

“Wait, the investigative journalism network?” Beck asks. “Why would they want an interview with me?”

“He said he was working on a piece on male omegas,” I say, leaning my head back down on his shoulder. “You know that network?”

“Yeah, I put on their documentaries sometimes.”

“He made me feel stupid for not knowing what it was,” I mumble.

“That man isn’t landing an interview,” Eli grunts.

“Yeah, after cornering Andi?” Beck agrees. “Last thing I’m going to do is reward that sort of behavior.”

“Wait, but what if it’s helpful! Wouldn’t it be good to be interviewed by a network like that? The whole reason we’re even doing this whole fake-dating thing is to help with your image. This would be great!” My babbled words are all said with my eyes closed.

Based on the silence that occurs in the car after my statement, the three of them are doing that talking with their eyes thing they seem to do often.

“Maybe we think on it,” Leo says. “He gave me his card.”

“Hand it over,” Eli orders. “We need to let Everett know, too.”

“Sorry you have to get the boss involved,” I slur.

“It’s okay, Starlight. Just relax until we get back to the apartment,” Beck says. “Damn, I just looked him up. He’s done legit projects. His last one was a big documentary on the child-omega marriages happening in other countries. He’s not your run-of-the-mill paparazzi.”

“He sure is resorting to common pap strategies, trying to blackmail a lone omega in a club bathroom,” Eli bites out.

I tune out the rest of their conversation, my eyelids feeling too heavy for me to keep them open.

Only when the car slows to a stop and Leo turns it off do I open them again.

Wait a second, this isn’t my apartment.

The door beside me opens.

“I got her,” Eli grunts.

Before I know it, he’s sweeping me up into his bulky arms like I weigh absolutely nothing.

I don’t know whether it’s the stress from the night or the fact that the majority of the physical contact I’ve participated in tonight has been with an omega or a beta, but being in the arms of an alpha seems to make my brain absolutely melt.

Which is strange.

Because you’d think being in the arms of an alpha this massive would freak me the hell out.

Ezra was about average-sized for an alpha, and I know—intimately—how much damage an alpha his size can do. Eli is absolutely massive.

He could kill me without even trying.

But I don’t think he would. I feel... safe. Which is saying something, especially considering the way I first felt around him.

“Thank you,” I murmur, nuzzling my face into his massive bicep. “Where’re you taking me?”

“Home,” he grunts.

There’s the sound of an elevator door opening, and the four of us ride it up.

A faint memory tugs at the back of my mind.