Yes. This is what I needed.
Just as a cramp is rolling through me, he fucks me harder. His large cock thrusts in and out of me, making me forget about everything.
My pack is here. They’re perfect. I’m going to be okay.
So I let go completely and enjoy the feeling of his body over mine.
CHAPTER 25
I’m completely reeling.
Honestly, close to having a fucking panic attack over the whole situation. I was just coming home from our away games to find out that I have a scent match.
Sloane Applegate is my scent match, and she’s in heat. And the man who hates me for no reason is currently fucking her a few feet away from me.
I’m flipping through her manual.
“How long did it take her to make this?” I ask Ethan who is sitting next to me.
“A few weeks. She’s a bit particular.”
“So you, her, and Nilsen?”
“Yeah,” he sighs, and I nod.
“At least it makes sense now why you two started separating yourselves from me. I thought I had done something wrong.”
Ethan places a hand on my shoulder and squeezes.
“I’m sorry about that.”
“Makes sense why he stormed off. I’m sure he’s only going to hate me even more now.”
“All that matters right now is Sloane, okay?” Ethan says. “All the other shit like what being a pack looks like and how we’regoing to do this, that can wait. Right now, we just need to make sure she’s taken care of.”
I swallow and nod. Her scent is so thick and only getting thicker while she’s getting knotted on her bed. I blink a few times, trying to conceptualize it all and work through this jealousy that I feel.
It’s something I’m going to have to get used to, I guess.
An Omega wasn’t really on the radar for me, especially not one like Sloane.
How does someone’s life change so dramatically in just a few hours?
“I have no clue what I’m doing,” I whisper to Ethan.
“I don’t think any of us do. Just read the manual, follow your instincts. She’s your scent match, Max,” he says with a soft smile, and I let myself relax a little.
“Are you okay if I make a quick call?” I ask, and he nods.
“She’s busy anyway. I’ll just sit back and watch the show,” he says, spreading his stance wide as he watches Bram rut the fuck out of Sloane.
What in the hell is happening?
I step outside and walk downstairs to the main garage area. As soon as I do, I feel unsettled like I need to go right back upstairs. But I refrain and pull out my phone and call the person I never thought I would for advice. I shiver. It’s colder in here than it is in Sloane’s room. It doesn’t help that there’s snow outside either.
He answers after a few rings.
“Hello?” Owen says.
