Page 66 of The Omega Archives: Part Three

She made a strangled sound waving her hands between us. “Are you two scent-matched?”

“Maybe,” said Lucas.

Scent matched?

“I kind of thought so since the first day I met her and it just felt… right.”

“Scent matched?” This time I managed to ask the question out loud.

“It makes sense,” he said. “Doesn’t it?”

I thought of all the times when I felt most safe when I was with Lucas in the classroom and how that was the only time of day I looked forward to. I thought about how when the class was over, sometimes it felt like I was being physically ripped out of my body. I had figured it was just my heat all the time acting up, but no… It was him.

My heart stuttered in my chest. My omega cheered a sad cheer after everything tonight I was coming to my senses.

Finally, I was listening to her.

Lucas was a scent match. Just like Liam was in the Prestford pack.

I swallowed roughly.

“I don’t know much about scent matches exactly, and I don’t care either way,” Lucas told me and Lidya at the same time. “I… like Ella. More than like her. She’s mine.”

I blushed and wanted to scream in sorrowful upset all at once. Happiness and also sorrow flooded through me. It was that easy. And also, it was that easy for Demetri to throw me away. To reject me.

Everything was so confusing. I dropped my face into Lucas’ chest.

“Shit,” my friend repeated.

He wrapped his arms tighter around my waist, keeping me firmly in his lap as my heart rate started to decline back to normal. It was weird just how much I wanted to nestle up against his chest and then arched myself towards his throat right where he smelled so perfectly like… there.

“If you bite him right now, I swear I’m going to riot,” said Lidya. “Girl, you have so many issues already. I need you to hold it together. If he is here we need to figure this out now then.”

I pulled my face back.

Lucas was smiling and flushed. “She was going to bite me?”

Lidya cocked her head. “You’re clueless. You had to choose another clueless alpha?”

I sighed. “Demetri was there tonight.”

Lidya’s eyes widened. “No. He couldn’t be.”

I shrugged. He was.

“But the other day when we checked in on the pack they were…”

Distraught? A mess? Unfit for socialization?

I vaguely remembered the terms used to describe them, but none of them looked how Demetri Prestford looked tonight, so perfectly pressed and out to make friends with Benjamin Davinson and maybe take one more try at finding a polite, perfect omega like they always wanted.

While I was just the omega that maybe for a moment they figured they’d let fall into their laps. Until that didn’t work out.

Lucas started to pur again, feeling my sorrow.

He squeezed my hands. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Tomorrow. I nodded, swallowing as I tried to piece myself back together and stand up straight. We’ll go over what we’ll do then. I’m not leaving you now that I know what we have is real, Ella.”

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