I may have said it first.
Wow. You two are pathetic.
Before I can reply, a voice memo comes in from the other Omega, and I press play.
“Okay, so don’t you realize it’s the person who really wants something to be real who says it doesn’t have to mean anything? The fact that you both said it means that you are into each other! If she weren’t, she would’ve said something like ‘okay, good, because I don’t want it to mean anything’! Stop, Quincy, get off the counter. Look, you love her. Don’t - don’t even try to deny it, Felix. You love her. And I saw the way she looked at you at the party, and I would put money on her loving you, too. And then this? Comeon, dude. My love life is abysmal. You have to do this for me so I can live vicariously through you. You have to tellher how you feel.”
Is Katy right? Does Clara telling me it doesn’t need to mean anything mean that she’s trying to convince me she’s okay with it being just a one-time thing?
If that’s true, then maybe Clara loves me the way I love her.
I need to be brave. I’ll give Clara the locket tomorrow and tell her to read the paper inside. I’m going to make sure she knows how I feel. Regardless of whether or not we are a scent match, I am going to tell Clara just how much I love her.
And pray it doesn’t ruin everything.
I can’t rememberthe last time I nested like this. It’s usually only like this right before I go into heat, but that can’t be possible, because I just went off my suppressants. It’s going to take a bit for my hormones to level out and for me to go into heat.
These pillows are pissing me off. I picked them out last time I went off suppressants, and I hate them. I hate them so much. I need to go to the store and refresh the nest, but the idea of doing that without an Alpha and my Beta makes me feel queasy.
My Beta.
Am I really claiming her?
Maybe she will take me shopping if she doesn’t hate me after I tell her how I feel.
A knock on the door has me pausing. Clara wouldn’t knock, and I’m not expecting anyone.
Who’s at the door?
I climb out of my nest, and whoever is outside knocks again, this time more frantically.
“Hold on, I’m coming,” I shout, pulling on a sweater over my bare chest. It’s really warm in here right now, but I will not be giving a free show to whoever is at the door.
The knocking continues, this time rapid fire, and I groan, yanking open the door. “What?” I bark.
Gabriel’s fist freezes, halted mid-knock by the door flying open. He gapes at me, mouth slack. It takes me a moment to realize why.
Peppermint.
He smells like peppermints.
Sweet, clean, sharp.
Peppermints.
Holy fucking shit, he smells so good.
He doesn’t say anything. He pushes into my apartment, and I step backwards, my body loose and eyes heavy-lidded. The Alpha wraps his arms around my hips and pulls me flush to his body, burying his face in my neck. I can feel his cock thickening against mine, and I whine.
I need it.
I need him.
“Omega,” he groans, kissing my skin. “My Omega. I knew it.”
My mind fogs for a moment before I snap back to reality. “Yours?” I whisper, hardly able to breathe.
“My scent match, my Omega, mine.” He runs his fingers through my messy hair before grabbing my chin and tilting my face up. “Hi, Felix.”
