Page 17 of Outback Mate
But the fucking scent of her. Another plume of her slick bursts into the small confines of the room. I suck in a deep lungful of air, tasting the heady sweetness of peaches.
My Alpha is in a frenzy, urging me to touch her, to comfort her. He won’t be satisfied until we are holding our mate. Split open on our cock. Locked on our knot.
I turn and desperately rummage through the supply cabinet, pulling out a fresh pair of scrubs specially designed to fit my nurse Matilda’s Omega curves. This will fit the temptress sitting on my examination table.
I take a deep breath and pull my shoulders back before turning back to the Omega. She’s waiting, leaning back on her hands with her chest pushed out, smiling seductively at me.
I do something I’m not proud of.
I throw the scrubs at her face and flee.
Chapter Six
Poppy
Did he just… throw clothes at me?
At the worst possible time, my ability to feel shame returns. Humiliation ripples through me as I sit on the cold examination table in shock. I fold my arms over my chest.
It’s official.
The universe has a sick sense of humour.
I finally meet the Alpha who is biologically my perfect match, and I’ve made a fool of myself trying to flirt with him.
He’s been nothing professional and courteous.
But as my Alpha, he shouldn’t be able to resist the pull between us. He should be falling over himself to claim me as his.
Does that mean he feels nothing?
I felt it the moment my senses came back to me. There was a shift, and it’s not just my head injury creating a fabrication. The surrounding air is thick with our mingling scents, and the sound of his voice and his touch sent a spark of electricity through me.
He smells likemine.
I know in my soul he’s my Alpha.
Yet, he sat in a car with me for hours and didn’t say a thing. He hasn’t acknowledged I’m his Omega. He’s the polar opposite of the stereotypical Alphas I’ve met in the city. They’re all ego, muscles, and the need to conquer.
It’s just my luck that my mate is a frigid doctor that threw a pair of scrubs at my face instead of ravishing me.
I feel so stupid and unattractive. He couldn’t get out of here faster.
Who throws themself at their doctor? I’m a stranger, a patient he’s rescued from the side of the road. We don’t know each other.
My heart aches in my chest at the idea he will be able to resist his pull to me, and maybe I’m not his scent match. Can they be one-sided? I’ve never heard of such a thing, but it would be very on brand for me to be the first.
Life as an Omega hasn’t been kind to me. I’m burdened with a dangerous case of aura sickness that seems to be actively trying to maim or kill me. And now, the cure and my one true love is giving me the cold shoulder.
Except none of that should matter.
He’s my scent match! It’s supposed to be a frenzied, instant attraction. He should have me screaming on his knot by now.
Frustration and anger rises quickly.
What the hell?
He doesn’t get to make this decision for me.
