average human’s Reviews > Knot What She Seems > Status Update

This was good. And I loved the execution of the hidden gender trope. But there wasn’t enough screen time with the other ml’s besides colter really. I’d read the next one. This was fun.

4.5 rounded down

I’m wild as I lick up the column of his throat and glide up and down along his length as he holds me. I’m feral and ready to be bred. He’s the opposite. His touches are all tender, gentle exploration of my spine, my curves. Even when he cups my ass, his fingers softly knead but don’t dig in, as if he’s afraid he’ll hurt me.

I bet her poor brother will be injured or die very publicly. While FML is in disguise and everyone will wonder who she is because the prince was injured yet he’s here. And than she’ll pull a crazy self sacrificing stunt or get seriously kidnapped/injured.

We’ve actually gotten the least amount of book time with Luka

An ache zings up my spine that makes me stiffen in pain. I might need to make an appointment for a massage tomorrow.
That actually sounds glorious.

Having a great time rn.

Maybe it’s out there, somewhere, building offshore like a tsunami. But for right now, I simply feel an exhausted sort of pride that I protected someone.
I—an omega—protected someone.
I fought an alpha and won.

I love this concept. I’ve read a lot of cross dressing fml but never one where fml lives a double life at the same time. I love this.

There, standing in front of me, is Luka. The wind is whipping his dark hair up into playful spikes. He’s clearly shaved recently, because the close crop along his jaw showcases the sharp angle of it.

Ugh Colton. My guy. I love how primal he is.

“It’s not funny, you obnoxious dick!” I groan as my brother collapses backward on his couch, wheezing with mirth until tears come to his eyes.
“Oh, yes it fucking is,” he counters, looking better today than he did a week ago.

I texted Teddie and his helpful response was: What a tangled web we weave, when first we aim to deceive.
It would serve him right if I just mailed him a box of live crickets or something from the pet store. I’d add that to my to-do list, but it’s already infinitely long. And complicated. And riddled with all these damned issues.

Oooo Mc is cool.

Luka’s eyes immediately narrow, the alpha male misinterpreting my gesture for a challenge. His lip curls.
And then, faster than a blink, one of his hands is around my wrist, the other shoving at the back of my elbow. My arm is twisted painfully until my entire body bends sideways submissively.

Grinning from ear to ear, I move forward, desperately wishing there wasn’t a hedge and wall separating me from the omegas. I could really use a show.
“Piper, you’re doing amazing. Perfect posture, Alanna!” A beat and then, “Brylee! No! No! No! You’re a lady, not a duck! Walk like one!”
I smother my laughter with my hand.
And that’s when it hits me.