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She hasn’t found a scent match either.
“Maybe you need to give her time,” Maeve says. “It’s been…a couple of days?”
“It feels like forever,” I admit.
“If you guys are scent matches, ofcourseit would feel that way. Especially if you love her.”
“I don’t?—”
“Yes, you do, idiot.” My sister’s voice is fond. “I’ve never heard you like this before. And based on what you’ve told me; I’m sure the distance is hard for her as well. I mean, it would be hard for me ifIfound my scent match and I purposely stayed away from them.”
My sister’s words only make me feel worse. “I don’t know what to do,” I admit. “I don’t know what Icando. I mean, there are so many things I want to do for her, but I don’t think she’ll accept or respond to them. She wants nothing to do with me, or Maddox or Poe.”
She snorts. “Poe’s an idiot. I can’t believe he didn’t realize it washerrescue he was signing an agreement for.”
“Yeah, neither can I.”
“I’m surprised you haven’t kicked his ass.”
“I’ve thought about it,” I sigh. “Maddox almost did. Both of us are avoiding Poe as much as we can, though. He’s been spending most of his time at the firm.”
“This isPoe’sfault, not yours,” my sister insists. “I think you should go to the rescue and see if she’s there.”
“W-What?” I stammer. “What happened to giving her time?”
Maeve is many things. She’s sweet, smart, a thoughtful listener, but also excitable and a bit impulsive.
“Nah, I changed my mind. She’s your scent match. You should go see her, at least to check on her. And if she’s not there, at least do something to help the cats.”
“Piper doesn’twantme to check on her, Maeve. That’s the problem.”
Every impulse tells me togo to her, but I know that’s not what she wants.
“Then help the rescue, the place that matters the most to her. You can’t change what happened, but you can show her through your actions that you want to support what she cares about.”
It’s not a terrible idea. I could drop off some donations and leave them outside the door, so she doesn’t see me.
Maybe I could scent her by lurking outside the building.
“That’s creepy,” I say. “I don’t want tostalkher.”
She scoffs. “Dropping off cat food isn’t stalking, Avery. It’s being a good person after your packmate messes up royally with the girl of your dreams. Show her through your actions how sorry you are.”
“Even if she’s not there, her friends don’t want to see me,” I try weakly.
My Alpha instincts are telling me to go, though.
Fuck propriety. Fuck being polite.
Ineedmy Omega.
“Nonsense. You’re amazing,” Maeve says cheerily.
“I can name at least one other person who likely hates me right now,” I mutter.
I remember the resignation on Blair’s face atScentsas she sadly told us to leave Piper alone.
“I doubt it.”
