Page 90 of Patiently Yours
“She’s right, your scent is gone. Like you were never an omega. What happened? And can I make it happen, too?” Instead of finding Rory’s response inappropriate, Opal only giggles.
“I started taking suppressants with a deodorizing agent.” She shrugs. “I kept thinking about that date, when I met you guys. The things that alpha said about my scent…” A shiver goes through her as she remembers that awful night. “I think it’s best for now. I just need some time to get over it.”
I frown, feeling disheartened for her. It’s been a long time since omegas have felt the need to cover up their scents. I understand her reasoning because I’d feel the same way, but it saddens me that some creepy alpha had the opportunity to frighten her that much.
I wish my alphas had roughed him up a bit.
“We support your decision.” I give her a kind smile that she returns.
Rory scoffs. “Of course we do. But I’m still trying to figure out what your scent even is, can you just tell us?”
I huff out a laugh. “It’s true. I’ve been investigating, too. It’s some kind of fruit right?”
“You could have asked me sooner.” She playfully rolls her eyes. “My scent resembles lychees.”
My eyes widen. “That’s it! I had one of those once.” Why didn’t I recognize it?
Rory scrunches her brows. “There’s no fucking way you’ve had a fucking lychee before.”
“Yes, I did! In Hawaii.”
“You’re full of shit,” she mutters jokingly before turning back to Opal “Well, it’s a beautiful scent. Very unique.”
Her blush is back. “Thank you, Rory. And so is yours. Cranberries aren’t very common anymore.”
I fake pout. “Excuse me, where are my scent compliments?”
Opal opens her mouth to give me one, but Rory laughs. “You smell like both lavender and vanilla, the most feminine scents there are! Don’t shit on our rare-scent parade.”
I hold my hand to my chest and dramatically balk at her. “Well, I see how it is!”
Her teasing seizes as she gives me a tiny smile. “Your scent matches probably praise your scent enough as it is. You could ask one of them and they’d compliment you all day long.”
Now it’s my turn to blush because it’s true. They are very attentive.
“They are pretty great, huh?” I say this more to myself than them but Rory still pretends to gag.
We round the corner and finally come to our destination. Our eyes go so wide, they might as well be protruding out of our skulls.
“Isthattheir tent?” Opal asks, recoiling from the sheer size of it.
The tent is bigger than every single one we’ve seen so far, with actual walls that enclose the space inside. It kind of reminds me of a circus tent as Rory, Opal, and I come upon it. What the hell could they be doing in there?
“I don’t think we should go in there,” Rory comments, her arm looped with mine. Opal nods, agreeing with her. I am also a bit intimidated by the size of their attraction, but curiosity wins in the end.
“The boys told me that Uriah doesn’t know what they’re doing and that I wouldn’t want to miss the surprise.” I give myself an affirmative nod. “So, we are going in.”
Opal smiles sweetly. “Will this be a good surprise for him though, or a scary one?”
I tilt my head to the side. “They didn’t say. They were giggling about it like school girls though. It was cute.” But that also told me that whatever was beyond this tent was probably meant tofreak Uriah out. Hopefully it doesn’t also freakmeout. “Let’s go before I change my mind.”
Opal’s phone starts to ring in her hand. She looks at it and huffs. “I have to take this, but I’ll be inside soon.”
Rory and I march in, only holding our breaths for a second before we enter. There are chairs lined up, far more than there needs to be I’m sure, and my three guys, minus Uriah, are standing at the front, their backs to us. They look to be in concentration as they look at something, not even noticing us as we walk around the chairs to the spot where they’re standing.
I clear my throat and all three of them turn toward us. The way their eyes light up makes my stomach flip. I’ll never get tired of their happiness in response to seeing me. It’s unreal. And it happens Every. Single. Time.
“Doe!” Ciro exclaims, cutting away from the group first. He comes over to hug me, his hand finding its way into my back pocket. It’s a casual but intimate gesture, and I absolutely love it. “Did you miss me, Omega?”
