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We may have a problem. They hit it off, but I have a feeling Aisling is still thinking about her scent match. Even though all she has is a mysterious scent and nothing else, it’s still tugging at her to be on these dates.

Caelin:

Still think you need to be all chivalrous and shit, Aiden?

Aiden:

Yeah. I care about whether or not you get the girl.

Me:

Dude, when her heat hits, she’s going to want you. What are you going to do then?

Aiden:

I’ll give her every fucked up piece of me when she’s out of her mind with heat. I won’t hurt her like that. The problem is when she comes out of it. She’ll hate my goddamn guts.

Maybe,maybe not. Getting into my truck, I head home. It’s our future self’s problem, not ours. I hope we’re smart enough to figure it out by then.

Chapter 17

Aisling

“I hate all of this,” I mutter, shaking my head as I look at my closet.

Glancing up, I decide the lighting isn’t right, I need a sheet over the closet like a canopy. Even at five-foot-nine, I still need a ladder to accomplish this.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m not cramping yet, and I should have a couple of days before my heat.

I should call Pack Royal.

Sighing, I wonder if this is a false alarm. They’re busy alphas. Cyrus is the CEO of a tech company, Adrain is an emergency room doctor who also teaches, and Wilhelm is a college professor. I don’t want to be a nuisance.

Walking downstairs, I go in search of a stepladder. It’s all I need to get to work on this. If I stay with Pack Royal, all of this will mean nothing, but I’m not strong enough to deny my instincts right now.

I have a date tonight, the last one of four dates. The only one that I’ve really clicked with is Pack Royal so far.

Or you could call Domh.The intrusive thought makes me stop in my tracks on the stairs and shiver. God, the things that alpha has done and could do to me makes me clamp down on a whimper.

Fuck, I do not need to be thinking sexy thoughts about him right now. I have enough on my plate as it is.

“Aisling? Are you okay?” Dad looks at me with concern. Rightly so, since I’m just standing here frozen on the stairs.

“Yeah, all good,” I murmur, forcing my feet to work again. “I actually need a stepladder. Where can I find one?”

“What else do you need?” Dad asks shrewdly. My hair is up in a messy bun, I’m wearing sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt, and my eyes are a bit wild.

He’s right to worry. Right now, I’m just hyper fixating. I’m fine, and fairly certain I’m a few days away from my heat. Unfortunately, it’s not an exact science, which I hate. I want to be able to point to a calendar and know when it’s going to happen.

No matter what, Wren and I are still synced, even if we’re early. It’s wild. Maybe I should text her and ask her…

“Earth to Aisling,” Dad says with a smirk.

“I need push pins,” I blurt out. “If we have any white bulb Christmas lights, then I need those too.”

“I have those lights that they call fairy lights too,” Dad says. At my weird look, he shrugs. “What? My daughter is an omega, I need to have random odds and ends in this house for exactly this reason. So, Christmas lights or fairy lights?”

“You’re too good to me,” I whisper, my lip quivering. “Ah, fairy lights, please.”

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