Page 4 of Zoinks! Nice Pack, Bro

No.

None of that.

My heat is over. I’m on blockers and suppressants. Everything should not be this heightened. Scent matches or not I am in control here.

“Hello.” My customer service smile is slapped on my face as I walk over, eyes shifting between them, willing them to suddenly get ugly so I could stop staring at them, “How can I help you today?”

I won’t lose my job today over alpha idiots.

I won’t do that.

So I pretend like I’ve never seen them before in my life. I pretend like their scent isn’t so good that I had to peel my panties off in my car and shimmy new ones on. I pretend like this is all just another day.

“Well, darlin’, I think a thank you and an apology are due.” The man who saved me from falling on my face earlier steps forward, more stern now as he looks down at me. His brown eyes become more golden as he waits. His scent holds a bit more of that campfire and toasted marshmallow smell.

I wonder if his come tastes as sweet as his annoyance.

Nope.

Back to being aloof and not caring about these idiots.

I tilt my head, my middle finger tapping against my lip as if I’m thinking. I’m not flashing anything but the way his eyes narrow at me he knows exactly what I’m playing at.

“Looks like she’s still a brat, Jace.” A man with a mustache and sunglasses like he is in Top Gun comments, crossing his arms as he looks down at me.

When he steps closer I get the oranges and rosemary, mixed with almost something sweet like lemonade and maybe shortcake. He has a complex smell and I want to rub my nose in the crock of his neck to smell him.

But since I’m a big girl I’m not going to be attacking alphas and trying to get their scent all over me.

Who needs an alpha? They’re just good for knots and those hot deep growls. Both of these things can be found with toys.

As an omega who has spent every heat alone. I’m a pro at knowing what toys are the best out there. A master of knots and growls, in the fake form. If it was made, I'd probably try it.

The citrus smelling alpha cocks an eyebrow at me and looks annoyed, which makes me realize I probably just daydreamed and completely forgot what I was doing.

Oops.

Honestly, who pissed in these dudes Wheaties this morning?

“Again, I ask. How can I help you?” The fourth guy pushes forward, shouldering them out of the way as he slides the business certificate towards me.

Well, frick.

His scent slaps me in the face and I resist the urge to crawl through the window to him. His cardamom and vetiver is warm and subtle, a tinge of freshly brewed tea makes me feel comforted and safe.

There isn’t a doubt in my mind that he is the pack leader.

He’s quiet, doesn’t talk as I turn my profile so I can look the address up and stop staring at this pack of my scent matched alphas.

Today isn’t happening and I’m playing dumb.

My fingers type, feeling their eyes on me as I make sure they don’t owe anything before signing the permits, writing my name andstamping them so they can go away. Pushing them back over as the fourth guy grabs them, nodding his head as he double checks everything like I didn’t do my job correctly.

He’s just as tall as the first guy but more broad. He looks a bit older than his friends and more sullen. The ringleader of the circus clowns he’s with.

“You want to go downstairs to inspectional services for the next signature and then to the City Clerk's office to file and pay. Have a great day.” I want to flip them off again but I don’t because I need to eat and pay rent. Still I need to make an escape, turning to walk back to my desk without another incident with the idiots.

“Have a good day,brat.”

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