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Mystery dates start in two weeks. Hollis also says that she’s going to set up some mystery dates for the omegas who have expressed interest at Omega’s Haven as well.

Wren:

We’re talking about you, missy. Though, I’m glad we’re finally getting that moving.

Me:

I know. I’ve just missed four days of life, and I feel as if I’m out of the loop. Dr. Alys also is supposed to start offering services too soon.

Wren:

I’m going to have Shaw drive me out to Omega’s Haven today. I’ll sort things. Take a breath. I’ve got this.

Smiling,I push open the door to my bedroom, glad things will stay on track. I know it feels like I’m deflecting, and maybe I am a little. I just know that other people’s needs don’t disappear simply because I’m having a bad day, week, or month.

I’ve experienced the chaos and anxiety that comes with being tossed away by life. It’s why I love Omega’s Haven and what we’re building. I tend to forget my own needs, I guess in my excitement. My body is telling me I need to pay attention.

Slipping into my closet, I whisper as the mysterious alpha’s scent surrounds me.

“Who are you?” I say, slumping against the wall. Closing the door, I allow myself to be surrounded by his scent.

Mine.

There are very few things I claim to be completely mine. Whoever this alpha is, my entire body is tingling with the knowledge that he is exactly that.

“Get it together, babe,” I mutter.

Looking down at my phone, I sigh as I text Wren.

Me:

Someone was in my nest while I was hooked up to the IV and dead to the world. I think… Wren, he’s my scent match. I don’t know who he is. How fucked is that? Dad is either playing dumb or doesn’t know. But since he locks down the house when I go into heat…

There arebubbles popping up as Wren begins to reply, so I put my phone down to pull off my sweatpants and shirt to change. Looking through my clothes, I find the items Dad was talking about and pull them on. Long Johns are more difficult to put on than you’d think. Finally, I’m dressed, and feel like a puffy marshmallow. My snow boots make the last addition, and I pick up my mittens and phone.

Wren:

Do you have a hot stalker, Aisling? I shouldn’t be teasing, but I’m in love with alphas who presented me with the art of their torture efforts. Clearly, I’m not normal.

Giggling,I shake my head at Pack Mohan’s Penis Picasso. As much as they fucked up, they found their own ways to make it up to her. Allowing myself to take one more deep breath, to fill my lungs with the scent I can’t get enough of, I slip out of my closet and close the door. I don’t want to admit to myself yet that I’ll be rebuilding my nest tonight and sleeping in there.

Finally deciding to check Domh’s text, my lips twitch as I read it.

Domh:

I’m having really inappropriate thoughts about what your tongue can do, Sugar. Put it away.

God saveme from dirty minded alphas. Leaving the room, I head downstairs to see what kind of adventure my dad has planned for me.

Evan

Sullivan took her snowmobiling.My truck is parked in a hidden spot so no one can see it, and I hiked in while following them. Now, I’m perched in a tree with binoculars, freezing my ass off as I watch father and daughter laugh.

It almost feels wrong to be here, sharing a stolen moment, but I’m selfish. I want to be a part of every moment in her life, even if it’s as a fly on the wall.

There are blue goggles protecting Aisling’s eyes from the flying snow, and a warm beanie over her blonde hair. Cian has a wide grin on his face as he teaches her how to drive it.

“Ready to hit the trail?” he asks, and she nods wildly, making me smile. She’s so fucking pretty, even though she looks like the marshmallow monster from Ghostbusters, because of her snowsuit.

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