Page 56 of Broken Omega

This Omega is my true mate.

I feel it before she even looks at me.

When she turns my way, her dark blue eyes connect with mine and her red-painted lips fall open.

Surprise lights up those sapphire eyes, and I know she feels it, too.

I don’t know how much time passes while we stand there, staring at each other in shock, but I’m completely lost for words, and she doesn’t seem to feel any great need to speak, either.

I take in a slow breath, attempting to slow my racing heart.

That’s when the faintest scent of dark, sweet cherries reaches me.

It’s the softest, weakest perfume I’ve ever encountered, but it’s also one of the most potent.

I walked past a group of Omegas to get to her, and none of their scents called to me like hers does now. Each inhale erodes my senses, bringing me closer and closer to the instincts that lie beneath.

All I can think about is claiming this temptress.

My mouth starts to water in anticipation.

She’ll say yes to my mark.

Then, she’ll perfume harder for me, and I don’t know how much control I’ll retain over what happens next. I pick up the sweeter scent of her arousal on my next breath, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to move in close and announce my intent.

I don’t know this woman, and she doesn’t know me.

Aside from still working through the shock of this discovery, all I know is that she belongs to this academy and it’s the kind of place that has all kinds of rules and regulations. We aren’t out in the big, wide world. She isn’t free to do whatever she wants, and I have no right to covet a woman I can’t have.

She stands up, pale-faced and shaking as she takes a step forward.

“Finally,” she says, her sultry voice forcing me to bite my lips. “I passed out before. I need to be checked over.”

She stumbles a little in her heels, and the guard at her side catches her while I stand there frozen in place, staring at this goddess of a woman, an Omega who’s apparently my perfect match.

“She’s fine,” the guard says, a hint of possessiveness in his tone.

“You don’t know that,” she tells him, pushing him away. “I feel weird. I hit my head when I fainted. I should let him check me out.”

She smiles at me, in a way that makes it obvious she’s used to getting what she wants.

“Well, Paramedic Frost, can you check me over?”

“Of course,” I find myself telling her. “Come with me.”

The touch of her hand on mine fills me with rabid, mounting anticipation for more.

I’ve felt this way about another person twice before.

The day I met Donnie, and again when we met River.

I already have two true mates, and we have enough to deal with without adding another complication to our existing situation. The universe doesn’t seem to care about that.

Fuck. This can’t be happening.

We already have an Omega.

She’s not ours. She can’t be.

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