“Mikael,” he groans my name one more time, but I’m already walking to my room contemplating if there is anywhere else I can go.
I know there’s not. I’m alone in this world, except for Anders and Eli. Will she try to take them away from me too? She’s already threatening everything else. She might as well take the two people who give a shit about me.
I don’t have a car to get back to Boston, nor the money. I’m stuck in this cabin with two blinded Alphas and the lingering scent of maple that’s going to haunt my dreams.
Chapter ten
FuckMikael,thepessimistic,selfish asshole. Having a scent match is a gift, and to turn that gift down is unacceptable. The icy snow crunches beneath my feet. The sun went down a while ago, and I’m reminded of home. It’s around four in the morning at home, so I can’t even call my mom. Her excitement would be unreal over me finding my scent match.
My mother is an Omega. I understand the dynamics of things. How some things are instinctual and primal while others are true feelings. I know that I don’t truly know Charlotte, haven’t even scratched the surface. What I do know is that biology is telling me there isn’t a better person on this planet for me than Charlotte, and I’d be a fool to let that go.
I don’t even have a plan when I leave the house, just that I’m angry and don’t want to get into a fight with Mikael over this. He’s stubborn, and I know that I can’t get him to see reason. If he feels this strongly, the only thing that will change his mind is him, or possibly Charlotte. The plain single-story house is in front of me before I even consciously thought to come here.
She asked for space, but here I am, being a fucking creep. I should go back to the cabin and keep my promise to her that we would talk tomorrow. But the deepest part of me wants to comfort her, to let her know it’s okay. She shouldn’t be alone right now. I sure as fuck know I don’t want to be.
I feel like a goddamn stalker for looking into the window on the side of the house. Internally I’m smacking myself, but externally when I see her wrapped up in a massive bundle of blankets and her beast of a dog cuddled next to her on the bed, I feel relief. The twinkle lights in her room give off a warm glow. This is the point of no return: go home, or knock on her window like some obsessed creep.
My knuckles lightly tap against the cold glass of her window. She stirs, but doesn’t investigate right away. I should let her sleep. But when she turns and I see her face, her eyes and cheeks puffy, I know I’m not going anywhere.
I tap just a bit harder. That wakes her up, and she blinks at her window, grabbing her glasses off her nightstand and squinting. Her fingers hold tightly around the purple fuzzy blanket on her bed. She tugs it close to her collarbone. It’s then I realize her shoulders are bare.Shit. With the blanket firmly wrapped around her body, she comes to the window. Her brows furrow as she unlocks the window and slides it open.
“Anders?” Her voice is soft, and sleepy, and really fucking cute.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have woken you up. I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
“Your cheeks are bright red. How long have you been outside?”
“Outside or outside your window?” I’m ashamed that I even have to ask. At least I haven’t been outside of her window for that long.
“Uh, both, I guess.”
“Walking around for a few hours and I found myself in front of your house just now.”
The wind whooshes behind me, and she shivers against the cold. “Do you want to come in?”
Shock is probably written all over my features. “Really?”
“Can you fit through the window?”
“Yeah, back up.”
She holds the blanket against her body tightly. I look over at her bed, and the dog hasn’t even moved this entire encounter. Charlotte sits on her bed as I pull myself through her window, ass first, and then bring over my legs one by one. I shut the window quietly and turn to face Charlotte. Her eyes are wide as she looks me over.
“You’re really limber,” she says and smirks. She’s handling me being a creep really fucking well.
“Goalies need to be.”
“Hmm.” She pats the bed, and I take off my shoes and leave them by the window before coming and sitting on her bed. Her room smells distinctly like her, like the scent was curated specifically for me. It’s so condensed in the space I’m half hard, and I can feel my flesh pebble with excitement. Her room is deliciously feminine. Woven tapestries hang on nearly every wall, each in completely different styles. A mass of books are piled in a corner along with a massive bean bag chair. The bed is so incredibly plush and soft I feel like I’ve been sucked in by a cloud. “So you’re here.” She wrinkles her nose, and it shifts her glasses. Her collarbones are exposed again, and she catches my glance. “I obviously wasn’t expecting company,” she says shyly.
She sleeps naked. She’s right next to me, and the only thing between us is a fucking blanket. I swallow thickly. “I know we said we would talk tomorrow. I’m a dick for coming over here, but I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
Charlotte looks down, her hands still clutching the blanket, and sighs. “Learning you have three scent matches is a lot.”
I clear my throat. “I thought you would be happy about finding scent matches.” I don’t want to presume, but it’s kind of the Holy Grail for Omegas.
She gasps and reaches out, touching my forearm. “Oh, Anders. I’m not upset that it’s you. I hope I didn’t make you feel that way.”
A little, but I don’t say that. “You just didn’t seem happy about it. It was a surprising reaction.”
