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I grinned even wider and nodded. “She’s ourmate.”

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Oliver

Immediately, I took a tiny step back away from the woman, and Killian shot a glance towards me that was half-annoyed and half-hurt.

“Just...hear me out?” he asked, his voice low and urgent. “Meet her. That’s all I’m asking you to do.”

As much as my instincts were screaming at me to protect the pack from this unknown woman—this unknownomega—I couldn’t find it in me to deny the sliver of hope in Killian’s eyes. I knew that this was something that he had hoped for,prayedfor, despite how rare omegas were. There was every chance we would never be picked by an omega,period, let alone find a scent-match—a mate.

The glitter in Killian’s green eyes said that he thought he had found exactly that, though, and I couldn’t break his heart. I couldn’t...not after everything we’d been through as a pack.

I turned to face the woman, sighing and forcing my entire body to relax, shoving down my wolf so my shift wasn’t flickering at the edges of my consciousness. I couldn’t deny that she smelled fuckingamazing. Even the tiny hit of her scent I had gotten from Killian’s clothes and skin was enough to make my head spin, and my instincts roared even louder as I approached the woman and stretched out my hand to shake hers.

“Hi. Sorry about this. I’m Oliver. That’s Emmett, and you’ve already met Killian.” I offered her a stiff smile, relieved when she relaxed a little and reached out to shake my hand as well. Her grip was firm despite her small stature, and I looked her up and down as she held my hand steady.

Her dark hair was long and loose around her shoulders, and she wore a tiny little black slip of a dress, which hugged her curves and shoved her breasts up until they were practically spilling out over the top. The hem of the dress barely brushed the tops of her thighs, and if I were behind her, her bending over even a few inches would have bared her panties to me...

If she were wearing any.

The thought made my mouth dry up, especially when I leaned close and got an unadulterated hit of her scent—vanilla and tart and fuckingmouthwatering.

I couldn’t stop the low rumble of a growl that escaped me—surprising the shit out of me—and I leaned closer, breathing her in. I gripped her hand tighter, and to her credit, she didn’t flinchaway from me. She looked up at me with warm brown eyes that flashed silver at me, signaling her wolf’s submission, and my eyes fluttered a little as her scent wormed its way deeper into my nose.

I felt her hand twitch in mine, and her entire body stiffened a little as her nostrils flared, too. Her pupils expanded, and her lips—swollen and red and kiss-bitten—parted as she let out a tiny little whimper.

She likes your scent, too.

My cock twitched, starting to fill, and that, more than anything, jolted me out of my haze. I swayed back, breaking our handshake and letting out a gruff sound as one of my bare feet slid on the carpet, nearly knocking me on my ass. I barely managed to save myself, and when I glanced over my shoulder, Killian was grinning like a lunatic, looking between me and the girl with a wholly satisfied expression on his face.

“You, um...don’t need to be sorry.” The girl’s voice was low and even huskier than it had been when she spoke before, and when I turned my attention back to her, she was shuffling back and forth on her feet, looking a little sheepish despite the flush in her cheeks and the shine of arousal in her eyes. “I’m Lilah. Killian and I just met at...um...”

“The club. Fracture,” Killian supplied.

“Right.” She nodded a little dazedly and clasped her hands together in front of her. “We met at Fracture, and...um.” Her color deepened, making my instincts roar as the distinct tang of arousal colored her scent. At my side, Emmett let out another low, possessive growl, and her eyes flicked over to him, just fora second, before they returned to my face. “Killian said that I needed to come here to meet you? Insisted, really.”

I sighed and forced myself to take a big step back, creating space between myself and this omega despite my every instinct begging me to do the exact opposite. My wolf growled in my mind, anxious to pin Lilah’s wolf to the ground and win her submission, fair and square.

“That sounds right,” I said. I ran my hand through my hair, undoubtedly mussing it, and glanced at Emmett. He was staring at the omega, his expression hungrier than I had ever seen it, and I knew that I needed to de-escalate this situation immediately.

“Why don’t we go into the kitchen?” I suggested, taking another step away. The air was a little clearer a few feet away from the omega, allowing me to make decisions quickly. “Clearly, we need to sit down and have a conversation. All of us.”

I fixed Killian with a glare that didn’t deter the smug smile on his face even a little, then turned on my heel and walked out of the room. I walked right past the dining table and made my way into the kitchen, pulling out the kettle and swallowing hard as I filled it and set it on the stove to start boiling.

I heard Killian and Emmett talking in low voices—Killian more than Emmett, as per usual— and the feminine ring of Lilah’s voice as she responded in the other room. Then, there was the scrape of the dining chairs against the tile as the three of them, presumably, settled at the table to wait for me. It was familiar; when we needed to discuss things as a pack, this was generally how we did it.

But we had never discussed anomegabefore, not after everything that happened with Jack. Even getting registered with the state had been a choice we’d made mostly to appease Killian, and here he was, bringing onehomewith him and declaring that she was our scent-match, ourmate.

My cock throbbed in my pants, and I reached down to adjust it so that it was lying a little more comfortably against my leg, gritting my teeth when my fingers brushed up against the beginning swell of my knot. That made me pause, too; my knot had only swollen a few times before in my life, and never when I wasn’t actively having sex.

The fact that my body was reacting so readily to the scent of this omega meant she was dangerous.

Or it means that Killian is right, and she’s your scent-match. He’s impulsive, but he’s not stupid. He had to have brought her home for a reason.

I ignored the voice of “reason” inside of my head. There was no way—it was too unlikely.

We were all going to sit down and discuss why Killian had brought her home. I was going to apologize profusely to this poor woman who he’d essentially kidnapped, and then I was going to order her an Uber and send her on her way so that she could return to her life, and we could go back to ours. It was the only thing to do.

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