His green eyes flick up to mine when he notices me standing there like a dumbass. “Can I help you?” he asks, giving me a subtle but friendly smile.
“Ah, yeah. I have an appointment.” I walk toward him, holding my breath.
“Awesome, can I get your name?” he asks, looking down at the computer.
I take the chance to lean in a little bit and try to discretely inhale. Eggnog with a hint of cinnamon hits my nose. Not a gingerbread snickerdoodle scent. It’s not him. I mean sure, he smells amazing, but it’s nothim. Thankfully, he’s not my scent match as well. It would be a fucking nightmare if I had more than one Alpha. Nova might kill me.
There’s still a chance with Ian. Fuck.
He looks back up at me, raising a brow. “Name?”
“You know what.” I laugh awkwardly, backing away. “I don’t need my car fixed. I just remembered I handled it myself this morning. So, go ahead and cancel my appointment.”
Turning around, I rush out of the building and to my car. Peeling out of the parking lot, I wait a few blocks before I can finally breathe.
“God,” I groan, putting my forehead to the steering wheel after pulling into the parking lot at a gas station.
One Alpha down, two more to go. Well, one more. If Ian isn’t my scent match, then it only leaves Nick.
Ian is the only other choice to try and find out because Nick is never around. Since he returned to the Steel Devils, apart from watching him drive by on his bike with his men, I haven’t seen him around town.
There’s no way in hell I’m going anywhere near the compound. That's a cop’s one way ticket to getting shot.
I can’t die. I’m too young, too pretty. And I really want to know what it would feel like to ride my Alpha before I pass away.
“Stop thinking about his dick,” I groan, hitting my head over and over again against the steering wheel.
Taking a deep breath, I leave for the bakery.
The place is actually pretty busy for this time of day. When I head in, there’s five people already waiting in line.
I’m a mess as I get in line, looking at the menus to see what I should order, trying not to let my eyes drift to who’s working behind the register. It’s not Ian, but I can hear his laugh coming from somewhere nearby.
Yes, I know what his laugh sounds like. Thank the stalking because one of the days I saw Nova, Ian was with her. He was constantly laughing at something she said. Unfortunately, I couldn’t approach them to catch his scent without drawing too much attention to myself.
Plus, I want to be by myself when I find out who my scent match is.
Deciding on the cookie butter croissant and a black coffee, I wait for my turn.
And just my luck, as soon as I’m done paying for my order, Ian walks out with a tray of cupcakes.
My heart thunders in my chest as I step to the side, closer to Ian.
He doesn’t notice me as he hums, placing the cupcakes in the display case.
“They look good,” I compliment, getting his attention.
“Thanks, I made them myself.” His head pops up, a smile on his lips, but it drops the moment he looks at me. “You,” he lets out a low rumbling growl that has me breaking out into a sweat.
“Me?” I question, a rush of fear filling me. “What about me?”
“What about you?” he demands, placing the tray down and rounding the counter.
My eyes widen as I stumble back, Ian charging towards me. He shoves me against the wall, and I let out a grunt when my back hits it hard. “Fuck,” I wheeze.
Gripping my shirt in his hand, he leans in close. “You’re the asshole who thought it would be fun to snatch my Omega off the street and bring her in for questioning for no fucking reason.”
He’s close, so close. I say nothing and breathe him in. Not that I have a choice. I’m freaking out, taking in deep breaths. I smell him. Maple syrup. Maple fucking syrup. Not gingerbread snickerdoodle.
