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“What do you mean?” Harlow asks as she waits anxiously for my answer.

“The only time I’ve heard of that happening is if her alpha or her scented match came into her life recently. She scented him.”

Harlow laughs it off. “I doubt it. Does anyone believe in scent matching?”

“My sister did,” I whisper. “I’m not so sure.”

“Oh. Sorry. That was rude to say to an omega.” Harlow gives me a sheepish smile, her cheeks turning a rosy shade, before swiftly changing the subject. “Grace changed nothing about what she does. She’s mortified. Not taking it very well at all. She’s too independent for omegadom.”

“She just needs to find an understanding alpha,” I say. “Or go on suppressants.”

Harlow nods as she leans closer to me and whispers, “She thinks nobody knows, but my sister Bardot told me she’s on this website called BetaFans. She’s earning a ton of money while she saves up to buy the cafe she works at.”

“Good for her.” I choose not to tell her about my stint on OmegaFans, but I know BetaFans is a similar app, but caters for betas, but as per the name for that designation.

A smile dances across Harlow’s face, and she can’t help but nibble on her lip for a fleeting moment. “Do you think so?”

I know she wants to say more, but doesn’t.

“And you and Colton. Do you have a pack, or are you happy with one alpha?”

“Me?” With a slight squint, she scrutinizes me. “I’m not an omega. I told you I’m an alpha.”

I stare at her for a moment, overwhelmed by the intoxicating sweetness of her perfume... her omega perfume. “I thought you were joking.”

Harlow laughs.

No fucking way.

Even the way she laughs is like the purr of a baby kitten. There’s nothing but omega inside that girl. I’d love to know why she thinks she’s an alpha, but the only thing I can conclude is she is taking the best suppressants. A daily tablet that tells an omega’s body it’s a beta.

But would I smell her? And wouldn’t she know?

Her scent match certainly will.

Which probably means Colton isn’t that man. I choose to keep that to myself, too.

My cell vibrates in my hand with a soft hum. I turned down the tone of the ring beforehand to not put off the hockey game. “One minute, I need to get this. Speak to you later.”

As I stand and stride from my seat, the cool air bites at my skin, causing me to shiver.

There’s a roar from the crowd. I turn to look at the jumbotron. The New York players punch the air once again. I shouldn’t smile, but I do.

The camera seamlessly moves from the New York coach and players sitting on the bench to the man seated beside them, capturing his intense gaze as he looks elsewhere.

As I glance down at the team bench, Aiden’s intense gaze is locked on me. It could be a matter of seconds, or perhaps minutes, before I spot my image on the jumbotron and swiftly pivot on my heels to rush away.

The pulsating energy of seeing him again resounds with every step I take as I whimper, “Holly speaking.”

“Hi Holly, can you come to the PR suite? We need your help. We have a big announcement after the game.”

I’m happy to have an excuse to escape.

Chapter 33

Holly

Myheartisstillracing, and my head is light, and I need something to eat. After I finish in the conference room, I leave to go to the staff restaurant, wishing I could sample the goodies brought in by the caterers, but getting sacked right now is not part of my plan.

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