His mate’s eyes were already on him, and when their gazes locked, Oliver gave him a shy smile.
Zander came around so he was standing beside Ro, Nix, and Maddox, and he spoke up. “Can I just say that this mission was…” His friend’s voice trailed off, his eyes going to the omegas.
“Yea,” Nix spoke up.
“Thanks for bringing us along,” Maddox added.
“Couldn’t have done it without you assholes.” Even as he spoke to his team, his eyes were drawn towards his mate, and whenever their eyes locked, Oliver smiled at him, then looked away quickly. His mate’s shy smile seemed to be doing something funny to his chest area.
Maddox's voice interrupted his thoughts. “Care to explain why you keep staring at that particular omega?”
Ronin broke eye contact with his mate, reluctantly meeting Maddox’s gaze. His friend’s eyes on him were serious.
“Wondering why I can’t take my eyes off my mate?” He knew that wasn’t the best way to break the news that he’d found his mate, but he couldn’t help it.
“Your mate?What?For real?” Maddox’s mouth curved in a small smile. “Congratulations.”
Nix and Zan must have been eavesdropping since they both congratulated him as well and patted him on the back.
“What are you doing standing here with us?” Nix asked.
Ronin chuckled. “I’m not exactly sure what to do next,” he admitted.
“How about you go over there and start by saying ‘hi.’I have a feeling your omega needs his alpha after everything he’s been through,” Maddox suggested.
Ronin grinned and nodded. “Why am I hanging with you assholes when my mate is five feet away?”
“Fuck off,” Zander snorted.
“I was thinking the same thing,” Nix added, chuckling.
“Lucky bastard,” Maddox shot, but patted him on the back, although it was more like a shove towards Oliver.
Oliver met his gaze, and he gave Ronin a slight smile. Ro walked over to his mate's sleeping bag and held his gaze as he asked, “May I?”
The omega simply nodded, and Ronin lowered himself beside him.
Ollie shifted so there was barely any space between them, and that was when Ro knew that his mate was at least on board with the two of them.
As he sat there enjoying the warmth coming from his mate, Ro took a moment to soak in the vision that the goddess had blessed him with. His omega…Fuck,it felt so right to say that. Oliver had the most beautiful hazel eyes he had ever seen. His complexion was lighter with a fine dusting of freckles over his nose, which were complemented nicely by his short light-caramel-brown hair. His mate was much shorter than he was, maybe not more than five and a half feet, but his wolf began to pace agitatedly when Ro realized that, although he had a slender build, he looked like he hadn’t eaten well in weeks.Fucking Anton!Well, they would take care of that, and his wolf readily agreed.
Ronin wasn’t sure what to do next. If his brothers were around, they would give him so much shit for the fact that he was literally tongue-tied in front of his mate.
“I’m Ronin... and you’re Oliver.” His eyes were on his mate’s face as he finally took the time to study his features. He was stunning. “Or, may I call you Ollie?”
“You know my name?” Ollie’s eyes on him were round.
“I saw you outside earlier. Remember? Anton said it.” He hated even mentioning that bastard's name in his mate’s presence. He was about to apologize to his mate in case it caused him any distress, but he watched as warmth filled Ollie’s cheeks as he nodded.
“Ollie. I mean, yes, you may call me Ollie.”
The shy smile Ronin's mate gave him had that warm feeling in his chest returning.
Like it’s left since you saw him.
“Ollie,” Ronin repeated, and he couldn’t tear the smile from his face.
Roman had apparently won their bet because it was true, there was no denying it—not that he wanted to—their bond, or chemistry, or whatever one called it...
