“Owen, I need your help.”
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” he says in a panic.
I suppose he has every right to be. I’ve never called him asking for help once in my life.
“Sloane is my scent match, and she just went into heat.”
“Holy shit,” he whispers. “Are Bram and Ethan there?” he asks, and my brows furrow in confusion.
“How do you know about them and Sloane?”
“Piper and Sloane are friends, and Piper is my scent match and therefore the person she tells secrets to. Also, we dropped her off at his house once, and they were both there. But I didn’t think he was her scent match.”
“He’s not.”
“And he hates you,” Owen says, and I groan on the phone, wondering if this was a bad idea. “Sorry, that’s not helpful. What can I do?”
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I say, hating the vulnerability.
“Mom did give us the sex talk about a decade ago.”
“Forget I asked,” I say, about to hang up.
“Sorry, I’m being an asshole. What do you need help with?”
I clear my throat, feeling awkward as fuck. “It happened really fast, like really fast. I don’t know anything about heats or what I should be doing. Sloane and I haven’t been able to talk, and I’ve never shared with anyone else. I’m probably going to fuck this up.”
“You like her?”
“I liked her before I found out she was my scent match. Now it’s like I’m not even sure how to explain it. She’s everything to me.”
“Maybe I should get Piper on the phone to talk through it?”
“You’re an Omega. I want to know what I should be doing for her.”
“It’s not all that complicated, Max. Just give her what she wants, and if she begs for a bond, suck on her neck and tell her how good and amazing she is.”
“What about Nilsen?” I ask.
“That is a tougher question. Alexi and Piper liked each other before I was involved. But if he cares about her, which it seemslike he really does, he’ll come around. Maybe just try not to engage with him or step on his toes too much so you can get through the heat.”
“What if I can’t share with him?”
“Jesus Christ, Max, it’s Sloane, not sharing your favorite toy truck. She’s your scent match, I get it, I do. But to me, I love Piper and Alexi the same. There’s just some differences in how my body reacts to her. You might be her literal pheromone wet dream, but you have to remember she chose him too.”
Owen is making too much sense.
“If you have any problems, call me or Piper.” He pauses for a long second. “Wait, does Coach know?”
“Oh, yeah. Expect a foul mood at practice.”
“Fuck, Gagnon is going to have to start.”
“Hey, at least it’s not in the middle of playoffs,” I say, and he laughs.
“You know what’s funny, I specifically asked Sloane not to do that. Listen, I know things have been weird. But I’m happy for you. Call us if you need anything.”
“Thanks, Owen.”
