Page 59 of Dream Girl
However, I looked like an asshole saying he couldn’t be with her; especially since she was with Wes and Wes didn’t mind.
“Evan was good to Caroline, and look what happened.” I glared at the steak.
“I know.” He patted my shoulder. “But not everyone’s like her.”
“But lots of peopleare.Wes and Grace are scent matches, aren’t they? It’s the only thing that makes any sense.” I took the steak off the heat and put it on a plate to rest.
There were also a bunch of stupid stories about scent matches, like dreaming of them and shit. Whatever. That was for movies. Plenty of people didn’t have a scent match with their omega–since an omega could smell mouth-wateringly delightful and bethe onewithout being your soulmate.
Also, I hadn’t missed Evan’s comment in my mother’s office about him not thinking Grace would survive an un-bonding.
“Scent match. Huh. I was wondering about that.” Jett nodded. “I’ve never heard of a scent match with a gamma, but given they’re usually failed omegas, that seems plausible?”
Evan wasn’t my scent match. But I loved him with my entire being.
For a time, I’d thought Caroline was mine.
When we started dating during university, things got intense, fast, as they often were between alphas and omegas. I could see us mating, forming a pack, having kids, and sharing a life together.
When she wanted to travel after graduation instead of being with me, it broke my heart. But I loved her, so I let her go and moved on. When she returned, I welcomed her into the life I’d built without her. Brought her into my business. My home. We’d talked about making her part of our pack.
Then she nearly destroyed us. Me. I’d loved her, and she’d wiped the floor with my very soul.
The worst part was, I didn’t even know why she did it.
Chapter Nineteen
Grace
“TV or books?” I asked as we sat at the table in my hospital room, playing a game using a board and marbles that he’d gotten off the hospital game cart.
“TV.” Wes moved his marbles over mine and took them.
“Books,” I replied. He’d taught me this marble game in our dreams. Usually we’d play it at the park, sitting at one of the picnic tables.
“Favorite animal?” Wes asked.
“Horse.” I moved one of my marbles to another space. After Evan had left, when I wasn’t napping, we’d been catching up. We used to know everything about each other.
I loved learning about adult Wes and his life. However, spending time with Wes only cemented how lonely I’d felt since I’d stopped dreaming about him.
He nodded. “Wolf.”
“Mountains or beaches?” While we’d grown and changed in many ways, I didn’t think we were all that different deep down. That ease between us was still there.
“Mountains,” he told me. “Did you ever get to the beach?”
I nodded. “The PhD program I went to was only a few hours from, well, according to your maps, Bayside. We sometimes went to the beach.”
Or as I called it, San Francisco, but the region was still referred to here asthe Bay Area.
“In college, I was a cheerleader for the football team. We played teams near the ocean,” I added. Football didn’t exist here, well not American football.Fútbol, as they called it here, was soccer. Rugby was very popular–hockey and lacrosse, too. Wes had played rugby in high school.
“Was that the university you wanted?” he asked.
“No. I went to the big local state college for undergrad, then for my PhD program, I went to work with a professor I’d met in college,” I told him, as I captured one of his marbles.
I’d studied maps, trying to figure out where I was. Therewouldbe similarities between some worlds because there were only so many original ideas in the universe. Somehow, I’d found a world that overlapped a lot, yet still had so many differences. It wasfascinating.
