Page 147 of Stolen Omega

Alphas like to be in charge. I don’t know how it works when there’s more than one of them in a pack.

I don’t know if it can work when they’re complete strangers.

My perfume starts to come out again as Zane stares at me, his gaze dropping to my lips, then my neck.

“There’s something you should know,” he says. “Dale has a chosen mate.”

A phantom twinge at my throat makes me touch the spot he’s eyeing, rubbing the skin where it feels like I was just bit. My heat’s getting closer. I know the signs. Phantom markings are one of the less common ones.

I’m craving a mark so badly that I’m feeling one where it doesn’t exist.

That feeling brings out my slick and makes my pussy clench with need.

He quits making me food and moves closer to where I’m standing at the edge of the counter.

“He does?” I ask, thinking about Russ and Archer.

“He does,” Zane confirms. “It’s not official, but he needs Cameron as much as he needs us. I’ve known about him for a while now.”

Oh, thank God it’s another guy. I feel a flash of guilt for the thought, but I don’t think I could handle sharing my mates with another woman. Sharing them with each other, and with other men feels right. I can’t help wondering how Zane would feel about sharing me with someone who isn’t Dale.

He stops in front of me, leaving a gap between us of about a foot. It feels like he’s restraining himself from coming any closer. His vibrant green eyes rise to meet mine. “I think you might have one, too. Do you have a chosen mate, Zoey?”

Zoey. Not Zelena, not Zey.

He won’t use those names, because they don’t belong to me. They’re not mine.

“I … It’s kind of complicated,” I admit.

“Complicated?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

There’s that amused look on his face. He clearly doesn’t feel bothered by the idea that I might have someone else in my life, which relieves me enough to help me release the truth.

“I don’t have a chosen mate,” I start. “But I have two true mates. They’re part of my security team. I felt a connection with both of them, before I started to claim one of them as mine.”

“You’ve perfumed for them,” he says, not asking.

“You knew?”

“Alpha instinct,” he explains.

I give him a look, and he laughs.

“Okay, fine. When you perfumed the first time, for us, it was stronger than I expected. I guessed that probably meant you’d perfumed before.”

“You notice everything, don’t you?”

“We both do,” he tells me. “You’ve noticed I’m not concerned that you have another two mates.”

“Well, that would be because it’s a little surprising.”

“It is?” he asks. “It doesn’t sound complicated to me, Zoey. It sounds like you have four true mates.”

“So, you’d be fine with me claiming them as my mates?”

“If they’re good to you, I wouldn’t have a problem with it.”

Wow. This guy feels too good to be true.

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