Page 11 of An Omega for Anders

I frequented the hardware most weeks, but I didn’t know anyone who worked at the post office. I couldn’t skulk around inside. But if my mate had a P. O. box, I could pretend I’d forgotten my key while scenting the area.

Good plan!

And yet again, I caught a faint whiff of my mate. I inhaled deeply, taking the scent into my lungs. It was the closest I could get to my mate for now, but when we finally met, I wanted to be inside him.

Thinking of being buried in my mate’s hole sent heated blood to my cock. It engorged, and I grimaced. Unless I jerked off in the car, I’d have this hard-on for hours while I was at my next job.

It was late afternoon before I was free, and not knowing where to go next, I headed to the community center. My mate might not be there, but my friends would be finishing work and maybe we could grab a bite to eat.

“Back again?” Jonah raised a brow in his very Jonah way so that it arched to a sharp point.

“I’m missing something or someone.”

“I know you wish you had a mate but?—”

I cut him off. “No, I do have a mate. I scented him at the hospital.”

“Are you sure?” Jonah felt my brow. “Not feverish.”

“And I’ve been looking for him. I get a hint of him in one place, a whiff in another, a trace of his scent somewhere else.”

Jonah put a hand on my back. “Anders, I had no idea. Hints, whiffs, traces… sounds like you’re cooking up something.”

He was teasing me. “This is serious.” I detailed where I’d been, causing chaos along the way.

“Oh, was that you I read about causing a turmoil at the gas station?”

Gas station. The guy probably had a car. I’d have to check out all the ones in town. Thank gods Oakheart was a small place.

The smile was wiped off Jonah’s lips as I typed “gas station” on my list. “It was a joke.”

“What?”

“Never mind.” He took my phone and read the places I’d checked off. “You’ve been a busy man.”

I’d had very little sleep the last few days. Even though my snow leopard wanted to meet and mark our mate, he needed to hunt, but I explained hunting for our mate took priority.

“Everyone needs to eat.”

Jonah was thinking about his stomach, and I rolled my eyes at him eating more duck.

“Fine, off you go. Is Kyle working this evening?”

He turned me around and around and around until I was dizzy.

Tell him to stop, my beast insisted.

“What did I say?” he asked.

I couldn’t recall but said the first thing that popped into my head. “Duck!”

He rolled his eyes. “Eating. The guy, whoever he is, needs to eat.”

I glanced over my shoulder at Damon’s restaurant. I could sit on the terrace nursing a soda, hoping my mate wanted to sample Kyle’s food.

“The restaurant.”

“No, the grocery store.”

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