Page 10 of Zoinks! Nice Pack, Bro

A knock on my window made me jump, freaking me out of my suicidal thoughts, and my frown danced across my face as I saw one of the guys standing there.

Him.

Chocolate cherries and coffee.

He was the shortest one at 6 '1 but he had that easy confidence, looking effortlessly handsome in his fitted hat with his dark hair still peaking out like it couldn’t be contained. The way he leaned down, all straight teeth that seemed like they belonged in a Colgate commercial beaming like they were the sun.

Black joggers with a matching hoodie and a few beads of sweat clung to him like he had just worked out. And now here he was knocking on my car window after I just had to deal with something I had been fighting for years.

Fricking Christ.

Rolling down the window, he took it as an invitation to stick his head in, arms folded on my driver's window and crowding my space. It made me instantly push towards the passenger seat, hating how he seemed so confident in my space.

The scent of him was strong. He had to have just worked out for his scent to be so heavy.

I swallowed, begging myself not to perfume as my thighs clamped together and the horror of him finding out what I was washed over me.

He sniffed, eyes blowing out as he stared at me for a second as I was sure he got hit by my scent.

Oh shit.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

I cleared my throat as he blinked, looking at me with blown out eyes he was trying to reign in.

He could smell me.

And if he could smell me then he knew that we were scent matched. Alpha’s notoriously acted insane when finding out they were with a scent matched omega.

Swallowing, he looked at me and tried to calm himself. I appreciated his control and it helped me not panic. Most alphas would spit out exactly what they were thinking and go all caveman with their declarations of ‘mine’.

This alpha was different and it scared me how calm he was.

“Hey, Sadie you on lunch?” My eyes rolled and his smile seemed to grow.

He was acting far too normal.

My eyes drifted to his hands, the way one resting on my window was forming a fist like he was trying to hold in some of the tension that he was feeling.

“I am having a rough afternoon. You sticking your head in my window and talking to me isn’t helping.” His smile faltered for a second as he took me in. The way he was looking at me like he was checking to make sure that I was physically okay surprised me.

His eyes went to the ice tea that I had and his lips pressed together.

“You okay? Did you eat? Can I take you to lunch?” His soft concern made me purse my lips as I shook my head and he nodded like he understood, “When I have a bad day I like to work out. I know that’s a cliche but I just like to put music on and push my body. It gives me control.”

I had always wanted to be one of those people who worked out and felt better once they moved their bodies but going to the gym was uncomfortable. I was midsize, enough extra weight that when I went to a gym I felt like people stared at me. Even if it was only in my head it was hard to break that idea.

Thanks Anxiety, you bitch.

“Does it help?” My voice was small, it sounded desperate and I hated that.

Hated even more that I was still talking to this man. How he didn’t scare me as much as others.

“I mean, I look hot?” He said with a cocky smile but then he turned serious for a second, “But yeah. Taking the time to work on me feels good.” He pauses as I nod like I understand.

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