“Very well, this isn’t really the place for an Omega anyway,” the mob boss adds.
I can tell Cillian is irritated with the man but lets it pass.
“Watch our backs,” I tell Declan, and he nods as I trail Elena to the bathroom. The noise of the fight is still loud behind us as she swings the door open and heads to the bathroom stall to throw up.
I fist her hair in my hand and rub her back as she empties her stomach. She unravels the toilet paper and cleans her face before flushing the toilet. I try to hold back my grimace at how filthy the warehouse bathroom is, and so does she as she heads to the sink to thoroughly wash your hands.
“I didn’t expect you to have such a reaction,” I comment, knowing full well Elena has seen her fair share of violence.
Her reflection looks up at me, and there’s a sadness written in her expressive blue eyes.
“He’s my scent match, Lorcán,” she softly confesses.
I think a part of me dies at that very moment.
24
ELENA
Lorcán lookslike he was just slapped by my words, so instead of saying anything else, I go back to disinfecting my hands and rinsing out my mouth.
“So, both of them then?” he sighs, tugging at his dirty blonde hair and pacing behind me. “Cillian and Finn are your fucking scent matches. Of-fucking-course they are,” he seethes.
There’s more to their relationship than Lorcán has disclosed. I haven’t seen them together to pick up on it, but it’s more than clear the Alpha behind me feels this unavoidable need to prove himself to his brothers.
Lorcán laughs loudly before punching the metal stall door of the bathroom.
“They get everything. Why would this be any different?” he scoffs, looking at me through the mirror.
I sigh and find myself automatically wanting to comfort him, but a piece of me is holding back. I am still full of so much anger over how long he lied to me and attempted to toy with my emotions.
Yet, Lorcán has been my saving grace in that house. He and his scent have been the only things that have prevented me from going down a complete fucking spiral.
“Lorc,” I sigh, the nickname Declan calls him, falling from my lips easily, but he shakes his head.
“Declan will bring you home,” he says softly before yanking the bathroom door open and storming out.
Declan is quick to enter the space and lets out a low whistle.
“Blondie, I’ve got to say, I’m impressed. Your ability to get under the O’Brien brothers’ skin is impeccable.”
I roll my eyes at the Beta, making him laugh as he shakes his head.
“Lorcán will get over it,” he tries to reassure me.
“You don’t even know what ‘it’ is.”
“Hmm, could it possibly be that you’re his twin brothers’ scent match and not his?” he muses.
“I didn’t even want to admit it to myself.”
“He’ll get over it,” he repeats.
But the question is, do I want him to? Is this the pack that I want? The images of Finn getting the shit beat out of him roll through my head. Despite how I feel about the bastard, my body had such a revulsive response to seeing my scent match get hurt.
Can I really live like this?
I suppose the true answer is I don’t really have a choice, and I never did.
