Page 61 of Scrum Heat

That’s the thing about him. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t push, doesn’t chase—but when he’s in, he’s in.

So when he finally says, “She likes cinnamon, right?” I knowexactlywhat he means.

We don’t talk about the logistics, about what it might mean to share, or what happens when four alphas want the same omega.

We don’t say that she’ll be part of the pack—ourpack. Not yet.

But I feel it. The beginnings of something.

I watch as he continues to fold the batter like it’s sacred. I add the chocolate chips with a smile.

And together, we make muffins for the girl we’re both starting to fall for.

Chapter Sixteen

Rory

Iknew the second I stepped back into the house.

Not because anything looked out of place. Not because Finn was whistling. Anddefinitelynot because of the suspiciously smug tray of double chocolate chip muffins cooling on the kitchen windowsill like a public relations stunt for guilt.

No—I knew because the housereekedof slick.

Omegaslick.

Thick and syrupy in the air. Subtle but damning, like the world’s filthiest air freshener.

I stopped dead in the doorway and took a breath so sharp it nearly cracked a rib.

I’d been gone fortwo hours.

Two fucking hours. That’s all it took for this place to descend into hormonal chaos.

Finn didn’t flinch as I crossed the threshold. He’d turned his head over his shoulder, all sunshine and betrayal, holding acontainer of grapes likethatwas going to distract me from the fact that I could smell the imprint of an orgasm on his skin.

He opened his mouth, and I held up a hand.

“Don’t.”

“I… made muffins?” he offered.

I stomped into the kitchen and reached for one. It was still warm as I bit into it.

Anddammit—it was the best muffin I’d ever eaten in my life.

Bastard.

I glared at him while chewing, and I vowed to never leave this house unsupervised again.

*

The training pitch is just a short walk from the house. Ten minutes, tops.

Enough time for lesser men to shake off residual pheromones, rehydrate, and pretend they haven’t been complicit in omega-related chaos.

But I’m not a lesser man. I’m the captain.

Which is why I’ve been here since seven forty-five a.m.

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