Her dark brows furrow, and she shakes her head.
“It’s…yes,” she says, as her forehead flattens out.
“Stop sounding so desperate,” Mack hisses under his breath at me and I sigh.
“Maybe I am desperate. Maybe I don’t care anymore. Do you know how badly I’ve wanted the three of us to agree to an Omega, to actually court someone, not just one single date?” I complain, it slips out and I regret it.
But when I look over at Shiloh, she doesn’t seem to judge me. If anything, she likes my words. So much so she seems to fight against her seatbelt. Everything I said was the truth, wholeheartedly. I hate to admit I wondered if Cole, Mack, and I would ever really work as a pack if we didn’t get this resolved. I’ve been patient, because I know they didn’t have the same upbringing as me. I’d continued to hope that the right Omega would find us and be the glue that holds us all together. Something tells me that this beautiful woman sitting across from me could absolutely be that glue.
I sound deranged, but I don't give a shit. It’s a deep rooted feeling in my gut. She could be it. She could be everything.
“We’ll be there shortly,” Cole promises her.
She glares at him and he smiles, as do I. Now I get it. It’s more than a damsel in distress. She didn’t try to impress him. It didn’t feel forced or like she’s being someone she’s not. Hell, going into heat, any semblance of trying to hide your true self goes out the window.
My mom has no issue talking openly about her experiences as an Omega, and thankfully, I’ve been spared with my little sister not having hit that milestone just yet.
“I wonder what nests they’ll have on such short notice,” I say, and it piques her interest immediately. “What do you like, little Shiloh? Soft and pretty?” I ask, from seeing her bright floral luggage.
Her pupils dilate, and she nods eagerly. I may already be thinking about how I could build the perfect nest back home, it’s the room I’ve kept empty for the future. I wonder how she would decorate it.
God, I’m so fucked.
“If they don’t have anything you like, I’ll pay whatever it takes to get what you want brought in by the end of the day,” I promise her, as the scent of lemon has us all shifting in our seats.
Do I like her getting turned on by my money, by my influence? Guilty as charged.
“Anything you want, it’s yours, in or out of heat,” I say.
Her scent is choking me, making my mouth water as Cole snaps his fingers.
“Enough Jonah, Christ. We need to get her to Heat Haven, stop riling her up.”
I narrow my eyes at him.
“Tell me, Cole. Did you rile her up on that long flight from California?”
He glares right back at me as Mack sighs out his irritation.
“Shiloh, I wish I could tell you they aren’t usually like this, but they are. They’re insufferable, just so you know what you’re getting into here,” Mack says.
Cole and I both turn our glares at him.
When I stop and look back at Shiloh, I swear tears are forming in her eyes, and I glance over at Cole, waving my hand in her direction.
Cole grips her thigh and squeezes.
“Almost there, sweetheart. We’ll take care of you.”
Music to my desperate Alpha ears.
The driver drops us off at the entrance to Heat Haven, and we grab Shiloh’s things along with our own that we packed as we walk toward the entrance.
I never thought I would find myself behind the doors of Heat Haven, but it feels like some sort of cosmic circumstance. It’s like the universe put this woman on Cole’s plane and landed us here. It’s a gift I’m not going to take lightly. The universe always has a way of giving you exactly what you need and I wonder if Shiloh could be the missing piece we’ve all been looking for.
“I called not that long ago,” Cole says to the woman.
The Beta working the front desk smiles. “Cole Mackardy?” she asks.
