I joined KnotMe to prove I don’t need an alpha.
Then my match flaked, and Declan Byrne — the steady, grey-at-the-temples bar owner who’s had my order memorized for months — slid a drink across the counter and our scents detonated.
I took his knot, took his bite, and bolted at 4 a.m. Now his bar’s about to go under and I’m the marketing senior who can save it. I can fix his numbers without surrendering. I’m not a kept boy.
He’s going to make me want to be anyway.
