Page 27 of The Knotty Omega
A small gasp leaves me, and my hand flies up to cover my mouth. That was when I started the TruBond medication. I had a few days of overlap between the end of my scent blockers and the start of the TruBond, which werereallyscary.
“I smelled bonded,” I swallow, closing my eyes.
“You smelled bonded.” He nods. “I had heard you talk about Reggie, but thought he was a friend or some asshole you were dating. Then you showed up smelling different, and I realized we were too late. You were happy. You obviously weren’t looking for a pack if you bonded with a single alpha.”
I can’t stop the snort that leaves me, and he gives me a knowing grin.
“Will you tell me…how you found out? About me?”
“Only if you join us for lunch inside.” He says, wincing slightly like he knows he’s pushing it. I’m half tempted to tell him to shove it, but then I remember he said that delicious smell belonged to Mattie…
My lips purse as I contemplate it.
“How about this,” he says quickly, “scent us. If we aren’t the best damn thing you’ve smelled in your life, we’ll walk away now and you won’t ever have to see us again.” I shoot him a look. “Okay, fine, you’ll still have to see me, but none of these losers.” He points his thumb behind him, and I giggle at the sounds of protests that leave his pack.
“Fine.” I nod once I get my giggling under control. Archie grins and backs up until he’s under his alpha’s arm, and Brennan rumbles behind me.
“Are you sure about this, Miss Cady?”
Swallowing, I nod. “I am.”
“I’m right here if you need me, but I’ll keep my distance unless there’s a threat.”
Right. Got it.
Slowly, I take small steps towards the pack in front of me. By the time I’m three feet away, I scent them
Archie’s ocean breeze scent comforts me like always, but then, I’m taken over by slick gushing into my panties as my perfume fills the air.
That delectable bourbon and caramel scent that makes my mouth water.
Coffee and hazelnut, like slow sex on a lazy morning.
Campfire and toasted marshmallow, safety and comfort.
Peppermint and chocolate, electric and refreshing.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
If my omega is Popeye the Sailor, these alphas scents are the can of spinach she needed to break down all of my carefully constructed walls with a fucking sledgehammer.
All the alphas stiffen as an omega whine climbs up my throat. I’m no longer in charge here. My omega sees what she wants and she wants themnow.
I’m vaguely aware of them whispering frantically among themselves, and someone shifting uncomfortably behind me, but my eyes stay on them. Why aren’t they coming to me? They’remine.
It's like my body has been hijacked, my omega taking the steering wheel of my physiological responses and thoughts. I'm vaguely aware that there was a reason I was firmly against a pack, but I can't find it in myself to care.
Another whine leaves my throat, and the tall, blonde, tattooed one takes a few steps forward, and before I know it, I’m launching myself into his arms, My arms wrap around his neck as my legs wrap around his waist, and my nose tucks into his neck.
This alpha is peppermint and chocolate, the taste melting on my tongue as I groan into the skin of throat, and a purr rumbles beneath me.
Mine. My fucking mate—
What the hell am I doing? I don’twanta pack. But this…this is my scent match. Obviously. AndArchie.
