“She likes the fruity shit,” Sloane said. “The stuff you can’t taste alcohol in.”
“Got it.”
I turned to my Alphas where they stood a few feet away. “We have an R.A.S. on our hands.”
“Really?”
“Petra. Someone in the crowd but we don’t know who. She wants a drink. Something fruity. Can one of you grab one?”
Tyler nodded and headed to the bar.
“I think you’re a good luck charm,” Liam murmured. “First Esme, now Petra. You should start a brand new service. Hang out with Eva May Williams and find your scent matches.”
“More like I have a knack for being in the right place at the right time.”
“Good thing too.” He grinned. “Seems like it’s your mission in life to help your friends navigate the chaos.”
I lifted my chin, and he kissed me like I wanted. “I love you.”
His hand curled around my waist. “Love you too, Omega.”
Tyler came back with a giant frozen smoothie of a drink before I could climb Liam in public. “Thank you.” I took the drink and pushed it into Petra’s hand. “Here.”
She whined when she sipped the drink. A desperate sound I knew all about. She wanted the scent she’d matched to, not the flavor of the drink.
“Shit,” Petra whispered. “I need to get out of here.”
Sloane stepped in front of our friend, blocking her from the view of the room. It wouldn’t be enough. I pulled on the bonds with my Alphas, and they converged, creating a human wall around us. I pulled Petra back into the center.
“We need to find them. If you’re reacting like this, then whoever’s scent that is? They’re fucking losing their minds.”
“Thanks, guys,” Petra said to my pack.
Jack smiled over his shoulder. “We know what it’s like to be blindsided by a scent you can’t get enough of.” He looked at me, and the air between us went electric because we were both remembering that night and everything that came after. I really wished we weren’t in public right now. Who knew what the hell had gotten into all of us today, but our clothes would be coming off before we even made it fully through the door.
My Alpha winked before he turned around, sending tingling heat straight through me all the way to my toes.
“Fuck, Eva,” Petra said under her breath.
I choked on a laugh. “I know. Just make it through the speech, all right? We’ll find him. Or her.”
“It’s a him.”
“We’ll find him,” I promised.
“Maybe it’s better if we don’t.” She wilted beside me. “Anyone who’s here probably isn’t someone I want to be with.”
I understood why she said it, but it could be anyone. Not everyone here was in politics. I wasn’t going to let her pass on this until we actually knew who it was.
Petra’s father—the senator who was gearing up to run for chancellor—gave a toast and began to dance with his wife.
“Maybe it was a fluke,” Petra said. “Some weird combination of scents that hit me just right.”
“No fucking way,” Sloane joined us in the center of my Alphas.
Liam suddenly turned, gaze taking me in from head to toe. “Dance with me?”
My face went hot. They could still make me blush, and I hoped we never lost that.
