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I’ve been holding out for the chance to meet my scent match for years but I fucked it up. Badly.

“Go shower before dinner, please. I can smell you from here, and I would rather not smell cheap perfume while telling you about the pack’s scent match,” I sigh tiredly, rubbing my eyebrow tiredly.

It’s been a busy fucking week, and to find out Aisling is dating is a punch in the knot. Cian no longer discusses anything about his daughter with me, not since he beat the shit out of me for being disrespectful to her.

It was as if I couldn’t fucking help myself.

The words came out like vomit, even though I knew they’d hurt her. Aisling started to avoid me, but I didn’t know why.

Why doesn't she know she’s mine?Yet, Caelin is having the exact same experience, which means something else is going on. Aisling is the most unique omega that I’ve ever met. She’s confident, yet vulnerable. I’ve also noticed she’s a lot more sexually mature than I expected an omega that I would scent match with, which is where I fucked up.

I assumed too much. I shouldn’t be like this. I’m a bi-sexual alpha who kills regularly and is a made mafia man. I tell societal norms to go fuck themselves regularly. Yet, I teased Aisling over buying sex toys and then I stole them.

I don’t understand the full extent of the damage I did, but Cian quietly beat the shit out of me and then told me to never speak to his daughter again.

He also told me she was the only reason I was still alive at all. I’m willing to bet if I fuck up again with her, that I’ll be eating the barrel of a gun without consent.

“You’re kind of freaking me out,” Evan says softly. “You found your scent match?”

“Caelin too, and it’s the same person,” I explain. “I only want to do this once, yeah? Off with you.”

Blowing out a breath, he walks backward until he hits the staircase and jogs upstairs to do as I asked.

Now, while it’s not an exact science, if two out of three alphas are scent matches in a pack with a beta, the third may be as well. If they aren’t, then we work together to all be accepted by her or him.

Pack Hayes has been looking for an omega for a long time, but our efforts have flagged with how busy we are.

And then Aisling happened almost a year ago, and I stopped the search completely, telling my pack that our life was too dangerous at the moment to bring in an omega. It was a bullshit excuse.

It opened up Evan and Domh to fuck off several times a week to find beta pussy, while I’ve silently died in shame.

Omegas won’t scent match with a beta, but Evan is part of us. He’s just as obsessive when he has a reason to be, just as possessive, which is why he won’t go back for seconds. No attachment, no chance for an obsession to grow. The girls he and Domh find know the score. They aren’t lying to anyone.

And then they both scrub themselves raw before coming into a room with Caelin or I. We’ll look the other way, but don’t want it flaunted in front of us. Fuck!

“Hey, give me a second and I’ll be back down,” Domh says as he comes in, eyes cast down. A part of me wonders if he only goes off with Evan so the beta won’t be alone. At this moment, his heart doesn’t look like it’s in finding a new lay several times a week.

Domh has the softer heart when it comes to his pack, though the outside world should be scared. He’s Cian’s favorite ruthless shark for business purposes. Domh went to law school, paid for by the boss man, so he could be Cian’s in-house lawyer.

Contracts, business opportunities, or getting someone out of trouble with the law, he’s the person Cian reaches out to.

As a pack, we all have a job, and it’s given us this plush life. None of us have to worry about money, our house is paid off in cash. Life would be perfect if only…

“What gives?” Caelin asks, walking inside as I sigh.

“Hey, Domh and Evan are cleaning up. They were at the bar,” I explain as his lips twist in disgust.

“I’ll grab a slice of pizza then while we wait,” he says with a grunt, sliding off his fancy shoes and yanking up the sleeves of his shirt.

God, this man is a fucking God. Swirls of black ink in the form of a compass and our pack name crawl up his arm in a full sleeve, though you can’t see any of it when his shirt sleeves are down.

He can look nerdy and respectable when needed, or broody and dangerous. I force myself to breathe as I ignore my cock, remembering my promises to shove him to his knees to suck it.

It’ll have to wait.

“Yeah, okay,” I mutter, beginning to pace again.

“Sit, Aiden,” Caelin barks out, and I move to sit next to him because my mind is racing.

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