Page 30 of Forget

Shaking my head, I push open the door to the restaurant, my dress swirling around my calves. The late November breeze ruffles my hair, and I take a deep breath as I enjoy the way it clears my sinuses.

Reaching into my purse, I apply a little gel under my nose, intent not to fuck with my growing headache. Dropping the container into my bag, I stride out into the fading sunlight, only to run into a broad chest.

It was really dark in the restaurant, and my eyes are having a hard time adjusting.

“Woah, where’s the fire?” a deep voice asks with a chuckle.

Looking up, I see pale blue eyes behind a set of glasses, sparkling with mirth and a bit of concern.

“Are you hurt?” he asks.

“No, I’m okay, thank you,” I say with a sad smile. I’m sad because I can only wish for an alpha this beautiful. His blond streaked brown hair is tousled perfectly, and my fingers itch to play with it.

I’m tired. Exhausted, really, of my entire existence, and I recently turned nineteen. I’m texting Wren when I get home that I need to find a sex toy shop willing to donate to the Haven for omegas going through their heat.

The rooms will have everything they could ever want or need. Maybe I can reach out to the local university too, see if they have a host club willing to service our omegas.

All of these things will take time, and I’m rapidly running out of it.Why don’t these things already exist?

“Do I need to fuck someone up?” the alpha asks, his hands on my shoulders squeezing me. “You look like you’re dressed for a date, did it not go well?”

“It didn’t, but neither did the others,” I mutter. “You do not need to hear about this. I’m sorry I ran into you.”

“Please, feel free to run into me more. If you’re dating, would you mind exchanging numbers? My pack and I would love to take you out,” he says, his voice deepening.

I can feel my body responding, my pussy slicking, and I inhale sharply. I didn’t have much hope for this date, so I threw every practical thought out the window. Panties that I can’t soak through were one of them. His nostrils flare as he groans, his eyes heating.

“Please?” he asks, sounding like he’s in pain.

“I have a feeling you’re too good for me,” I say, throwing myself a pity party for one as I sigh. “It’s really sweet of you to ask, though.”

Pulling away from his arms is difficult, because it’s clear he doesn’t let go. Just as it gets awkward and tears threaten to well, he does, and I walk as fast as I dare to my car.

He seems like the type of alpha who’d chase you if you ran.

Caelin

The sad blonde omega rushes away and my thigh muscles tense to follow her. Every fiber of my body screamsmine.Her sugar cookie scent smells like home, and she’s my scent match.

I want to kill whoever hurt her, because I can smell the way her scent is changing into something that warrants ice cream and frosting as sadness overwhelms her.

Frowning, I’m torn between defending her and following her. She didn’t show any signs that she’s my scent match. My mother always told me it would be instantaneous between matches, yet this omega couldn’t get away from me fast enough. She didn’t look sick, maybe her nose was stopped up?

Can sinus issues cause problems with this? I need to talk to Aiden about this. But first…

Grabbing the door handle, I throw it open and stalk inside. I appear nerdy but well muscled, and I’m typically the one my pack sends in for jobs that need an undercover aspect to it.

I’m wearing a long-sleeved soft gray shirt with dark trousers, and have a preppy look, despite the swirling ink hidden beneath my sleeves. I know my nice gray designer shoes also give me an air of confidence and aloofness, but I hope it didn’t scare off the pretty little omega I just met.

Don’t worry if I did, poppet. I’ll find you again. You can’t hide from me.

Smiling pleasantly at the hostess who is staring at me with stars in her eyes, I ask, “Do you know where the blonde girl who just left was sitting? I’d like a table near there, please.”

If she wasn’t practically drooling, I’m sure the question would have taken her aback, but instead she nods slowly.

“She was sitting with Pack Dayton,” she says before wrinkling her nose. “If you ask me, that girl is too good for them. Are you her brother?”

Enjoying a reason to be protective without being an asshole, I nod. “Yes, I am. I worry about her, and she just lit out of here like her hair was on fire.”

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