Page 47 of Brandy Snap: Part One

I couldn’t take it anymore. I fell onto my side on the bed, my hands pressed between my thighs already. I’d been creeping closer to my pussy throughout the conversation, even though I had to focus. But I couldn’t do it. I needed to come too badly.

I just wanted someone to tell me it was okay, to show me what I needed to do, to teach me without any strings attached.

I’d gone twenty-five years without knowing how to be an omega—how was I supposed to start now?

My eyes flicked to the screen, to Kai’s frozen smile, and a pang rang through my heart.

“I have to go,” I rasped.

“Wait, Mel. Have you got anyone with you? I can come over and cook you something or—”

“Goodbye Lucielle,” I croaked,

The moment I ended the call, a force of heat hit me, and my back arched. I ground my hips again, throwing the phone aside. There was no time to think about the conversation as my fingers furiously rubbed my clit, and I cried out for the millionth time that day.

Caspian

Iperchedatthebottomof the stairs of Sin’s family’s townhouse. Camille’s light voice travelled from her bedroom above me as I fought with my guilt, trying to force myself to go up there and see her.

Kai was already up in her room, and I was just waiting for Sin to arrive because I was too much of a pussy to look Camille in the eye and tell her we’d found another scent match. That a female omega had burst into our lives and fucked up everything beyond fucking repair.

Camille was having an off day. Basically, it wasn’t serious enough that she needed treatment from her resident doctor, but she wasn’t well enough to get up and walk around the house.

Which meant I could hide, and feel even more shit about the fact Mel was still haunting me with her fucking scent.

The front hall of Sin’s family’s pack house was big enough to be used for parties, with white and black tiles spread over forty square metres, dark wood panelling, and simple minimalist art on the walls.

Nothing like my parents’ bullshit.

A long staircase hugged the right side of the room, with a plush forest green carpet that was perfect for sitting on and avoiding responsibilities.

Like telling the woman I’d been in love with for half my life that we'd met someone else.

I sighed, dropping my head, running my fingers through my hair.

Mel wasn’t even supposed to be our scent match anymore. She had given us the easy way out, but Kai had fucked it all up.

Even after the rejection, I still couldn’t get Mel out of my fucking head. And I was going to have to face Camille and tell her the truth, even after everything we’d been through to be together.

Camille and I had waited years to be pack. Literally. Since we were twelve, we’d promised each other we’d be scent matches, exactly like teenagers did. Even though I always felt like something was off.

But I wanted to be with her so badly that I ignored it, and we stayed together throughout our teens. We went on dates, we promised to love each other forever, and we even lost our virginity together. Everyone was sure we would be mates.

But then that day, when we were sixteen. The worst fucking day of my life when the two of us were out by my family’s boating lake on our country estate.

It wasn’t even her fault, no matter what she insisted.

Camille slipped on a rock as we walked by the side of the lake. I reached out to grab her, to stop her falling, but I was a fucking idiot. Because, instead of pulling her back, I lost my balance, and we both tumbled in.

I was the one who hit my head and got a concussion as I floated to the surface, and she nearly drowned because I didn’t pull her out fast enough. Her dress became tangled in the weeds at the bottom of the lake and she was trapped, struggling underwater.

She passed out before they rescued her, and she stayed unconscious for a week. She didn’t have to endure the accusations because a gardener swore he saw me push her in. Even though I asked him why he didn’t help us, it was all lost under the chaos of Camille’s coma.

It didn’t matter that we both said it was an accident, because Camille never recovered. Both sets of parents lost their shit, and they kept me away from her for three months because they thought it would be better for us to separate.

And that was over twelve years ago.

Kai’s biting laugh tugged at my ear, and I already knew what they were talking about.

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