“Is she really going into heat soon?” I ask quietly.
“If you could scent her, you’d know what I mean. She says she’s on suppressants, but we’re so hot there’s no way those things can stop her body reacting. She knows she’s ours, too.”
“I didn’t say anything about that,” I growl. “And neither did she.” Which was for the better. If she said she wanted to be a pack, it would have set off hundreds of alarm bells after how she acted with Ash.
“Uh-huh, sure.” Kane’s gaze dips to the bulge in my pants like hers did, clearly calling me out.
Should I tell him I can smell her slick and taste him? I could kiss Kane now and sample his lavender again, but then I can’t use the spur of the moment as an excuse.
“You’re really going to let her go into heat with other alphas?” I ask.
Kane looks at me like I’m asking the stupidest question in the world. With his usual handsome smile and a squeeze of my hand, I can see he wants to laugh.
“And you keep getting annoyed every time I call her mine?” He smirks. “Do you really think I’m going to let our omega gointo heat without us?” His gaze returns to the spot where she disappeared, and he sighs. “We have to make sure she knows we can be there for her—both of us. And that, my dear Timber, is the puzzle we need to solve next.”
Timber
Istumble through the front door, still in shock over everything that happened.
I managed to have an actual meal with Kane, but he focused on discussing ways we could be a pack together while I numbly watched the food we ordered grow cold.
As I calmed down, my head cleared. Though I can still hear Kane saying it over and over again. “Scent match. Scent match. Scent match,” like he’s drilled it into my brain.
Now that I’ve finally come down from the high of kissing Ollie, my mind is spinning with possibilities. And I have to figure out my feelings for Luke.
It’s exactly like Ollie said:messy.
I’m still so fucking horny, and I’m worried about what I’ll do if I see Luke's cute face blinking up at me.
I need to talk to Marilyn about Ash. I owe her another meal after all of that. Whether or not she wants to eat it with me is up to her.
As I close the garage door behind me, I tell myself I should just go straight to my room and avoid the risk of running into the omega that's twisted my life.
The house is nearly pitch black when I enter the living area, and my heart sinks.
“Luke?” I call out as I kick off my shoes and pad toward the kitchen. There’s an eerie quiet running through the house. It’s already 11 p.m., and he could have just gone to bed. I can use the cameras to find out what’s happened if I get really desperate.
There’s a flickering orange light to my right. I look through the French windows and out onto the balcony to the crackling firepit, and the omega I've been thinking about curled up on one of my reclining sun chairs.
My heart trembles as I walk over and slide open the door. He knocks his head back to look up at me.
“You were gone a while,” he says. “I didn’t even know if you were coming back tonight. I thought I might catch you doing the walk of shame.”
I clock his glass with a white straw and a green umbrella sticking out of it, and a slice of pineapple on the rim. I think it’s a cocktail, but a half-empty bottle of wine sits next to another fullone on the table between the two chairs. They’re good wines, as well, and I won’t complain when I feel like this.
“I got you a glass in case you wanted to join me.” He points to the other sun chair. “I guess you can’t taste it, but we can still get buzzed if you’re in the mood.”
“How long have you been out here for?” I ask, and he shrugs as I take a seat.
“Time means nothing when you’re waiting for destiny.” He sighs dramatically. My brow rises as he grins at me before he bursts out laughing.
“I don’t know, maybe an hour? I got bored playing games, so I decided to start some internet drama by posting about how you were the best Scented Scorpions player there was.”
I hold out the glass to him, and he fills it up. I already know it’s a bad decision, especially considering how many glasses I had with Kane. I took a taxi back, and I'll collect my car tomorrow.
Now that I’m home, sitting in front of the guy I like with the echo of his sister’s lips on mine, I think I can let myself off.
“And how did that work out for you?” I ask, only half listening.
