Taylor flashed a tired smile, like he was ready to go back to bed. “That’s great, Saffron. By the way, how’s Saffron Jr?”
I grinned at the mention of my mini-me plushie. “He’s doing great, just like me!”
“Yes. Wonderful,” Crimson said flatly. “Please go make your special day someone else’s problem. And never wear those heinous polyester pajama bottoms in my presence again.”
He shut the door. I glanced down at my pants. How did he even know they were polyamorous or whatever? Rolling my eyes, I moved on.
Next, I banged on Thystle’s door. His mate, Matteo, was the one who answered. His brown hair was mussed up from sleep, but he seemed happy to see me, if a little confused.
“Hey, Saffron,” Matteo greeted, down-to-earth as ever. “What’s up?”
“It’s the first day of the Dragonfate Games! Where’s Thystle? Wake him up right—”
Thystle looked grumpy as he stomped up beside Matteo. Black eyeliner was smeared across his face, like he’d fallen asleep without removing it.
“Unfortunately, I’m awake,” Thystle mumbled. He rubbed his temple and blew a strand of hair out of his face. “Does the concept of beauty sleep mean anything to you?”
“Man, you and Crimson are such divas,” I complained.
Thystle’s eye twitched at being compared to our fashion-obsessed brother.
“I’m gonna go tell Cobalt,” I decided.
“You do that,” Thystle grumbled before closing the door.
I ran towards Cobalt and Muzo’s room. After I knocked, a frizzy-haired Muzo answered the door. He lit up when he saw me.
“Saffron!” The little omega stopped with a sudden gasp. “It’s yourday!”
Excitement coursed through me. “Yeah!”
Finally, someone who was just as thrilled as I was. Although Muzo got excited over a lot of things.
Cobalt joined his mate with a sleepy nod. “Congratulations, Saffron.”
I beamed, encouraged thatsomeof my family seemed to care. “Thanks, guys. I’m so excited, I could run laps around the castle.”
“That would help get your energy out,” Cobalt said calmly. “You don’t want to overwhelm your potential mate.”
I frowned. Would that be a problem? I hadn’t even thought about that. Could my energy be too much for the contestants?
My foot bounced, but I was suddenly too aware of my buzzing excitement and stopped doing that. “Maybe that’s a good idea... See you guys later.”
I jogged down the hall. Cobalt’s remark stuck in my mind like one of those annoying stickers you can’t fully remove from a DVD case. What if I was too much for the potential mates? What if they thought I was annoying?
I was different than my brothers. When their time came, none of them reallywantedto be the bachelor. But I did. So, so badly.
I slowed down to catch my breath and calm the anxiety swirling in my chest. What was wrong with me? I wasn’t normally nervous about anything. Maybe it was normal pre-show jitters.
I blew out a breath. I still hadn’t spoken to Jade. He’d taken over management of the show after our disastrous efforts—thank Holy Drake—and he’d recently completed his own season of the Games. If anyone could give me advice, it was him.
Bypassing Jade’s room completely, I headed straight for his office since he was likely awake already. His office was his sanctuary, and the place where he cooked up all the schemes and production crap related to the Games. I was relieved Jade had taken over that huge responsibility, since my involvement last time was a total disaster. In the end, everything worked out—Jade had found his fated mate in Alaric, and they had a beautiful son named Mint.
A hopeful thought floated into my mind: if Jade could find his fated mate with all his kinky fetishes, then I would have no problem finding one, too.
Unless... what if all the omegas were kinky? What if none of them were vanilla? What if I wasn’t sexually compatible with any of them? Man, I had to find some kinks ASAP.
I was too scatterbrained to knock, so I barged into Jade’s office without thinking. All I saw was his massive wooden desk and the top half of his body.
