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Shane stiffens, and I cross my arms over my chest and narrow my eyes.

“No!” He says as if he alone can stop me.

I laugh. “No one tells me no.”

Shane steps into my space, ignoring Bray’s growl of warning. “I’m telling you no.”

I shrug. “Go right ahead. I’m not going to listen.”

Shane lets out a low, deep sound that makes me want to lick him. “You’re not doing it. You’re my scent match.”

I start to laugh.

He stops talking, pulls back, staring at me with a hint of uncertainty.

I stop smiling and decide what the fuck. I hate looking before I leap.

“You think he’s my scent match?” I ask them.

They all nod.

I shake my head and chuckle again. “Nah, he’s wrong. He isn’t my scent match.”

Erin is about to open her mouth, but I beat her to it.

“You all are. Welcome to the fucked up world. Lucky for you, I’m not a keeper. I’m a week of fun times, and then, lucky you, you get your lives back.”

There’s pain in my voice that I can’t hide because I’ve found my forever. My soul mates, my fated mates, my scent matches. No one will ever be so perfect for me as these guys. And I can’t have them. I can’t keep them.

It’s agony.

Finn and Bray are shocked speechless. But Erin narrows her eyes at me and steps into my space. Does she feel my pain when she searches deep into my eyes and her hand presses against the ache in my chest? Can she feel me?

“Well, if we’ve only got a week, why are we wasting time?”

Exactly my point. I love this alpha.

Chapter twelve

Finn

My heart thumps againstmy rib cage, but even it can’t keep up with the thoughts jumping around in my brain. Happiness, joy, fear, frustration. All those emotions slam through me in mere seconds as the words that I’m not surprised to hear cross that beautiful man's lips.

I step closer, needing to really look at him, as if it will reveal to me what I missed before. My stomach tightens, my mind focuses. I lose track of everyone else.

Fuck. My parents told me about scent matches. They warned me one day I would find mine. I'd dismissed them, and after they’d died, I’d just kinda thought who would come to Twin Rivers, and how unlikely would it be to be my scent match.

But here he is. My one chance to have what my parents had. I inhale and catch the vanilla scent that has been haunting me.

Erin laughs softly and shoves Bray, who mutters something back. At least I’m not the only one who’s surprised.

Which draws me back to the problem in all this. Shane and Brayson together. They’ll kill each other.

“Stop thinking so hard, Finn!”

I glance at Erin. “Shall we go somewhere and talk?” I mean, privately, so I can discuss how epically wrong this is going to be.

I wish Karma was here, but with so many strangers, I always leave her with whoever is working at Destiny’s during the River Festival. It’s far safer up there for her.

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