Page 60 of Alpha Daddy

Now, I’m afraid I’ve fallen too deep.

She occupies too much of my brain, consumes too many of my thoughts. I already can’t keep my hands off her, can’t deprive myself of her.

What happens in a week or a month when she gets tired of me and moves on to someone younger? What if she gets enough money to move away and I never see her again?

What then?

I know I need to tell her everything that’s troubling me, even if it means losing her. I’d rather tell her how much I want her and lose her than keep quiet and let her go without being honest.

But not now.

Being knotted together in the middle of nowhere doesn’t seem romantic enough to have such a serious conversation, but very soon, I’ll come clean.

I’m going to tell Jessa I want to own her–all of her–and we’ll let the cards fall where they may.

I just hope they fall in my favor.

twenty-three

JESSA

Hurrying into the bathroom, I slam the lock into place as soon as the door closes, fighting a panic attack that’s quickly closing in on me.

I didn’t even pay attention to what gas station Alessandro stopped at after our romp in the parking lot, because my mind was spinning, limbs numb with icy fear.

He smelled my perfume.

I know he did, even if he didn’t recognize it for what it was, becauseIsmelled it.

Just for a moment, a faint tendril of pineapple coconut managed to slip past the scent blocker. Thankfully, it disappeared as quickly as it appeared, but the smell was a shock of reality to my nervous system.

I forgot to take the fucking pill this morning, and apparently, it’s wearing off faster than it ever has before.

Probably due to all the sex and pheromones.

What’s worse, I don’t have any on me, nor did I bring my de-scenting spray. The only thing I have to possibly mask my scent is a bottle of body spray, which I fumble through my purse to find. I drown myself in the synthetic vanilla, praying it does the trick.

How the hell did I forget to take it?

I scold myself silently as I run my hands under cold water and dab at my cheeks in an attempt to cool off. Fear heats my skin like fire, turning my insides in a chaotic whirlwind and leaving me on the cusp of a breakdown.

How could I have been so stupid?

Taking a deep, steady breath, I stare at my reflection in the mirror.

“He didn’t say anything,” I whisper, trying to reason with myself. “He still doesn’t know. It’s fine.”

Everything’s fine.

Another deep breath slows my racing heart a little, and I pace back and forth in the tiny room, wringing my hands for something to do.

I’ve tried so hard to keep my identity a complete secret, especially from Alessandro. I’ve done everything I possibly can to smother my omega designation and pass as a beta.

It was all almost undone, almost fucking ruined, in an instant.

It was too close for comfort, but now I have a two-and-a-half-hour car ride to look forward to with Alessandro, and I don’t know if my perfume is going to behave and remain undetectable for that long.

What if he scents me on the way home?

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