She smiles. “Knowing Emmett, I believe it. Add a little baby that's half you and half him, and he’s set for life.”
“I know.” I laugh as I start to cry, then groan. “But then they had to go and fuck everything up, and now my life is twisted upside down. I feel like I’m drowning. I haven't even given myself the chance to process any of this because I’m afraid to even acknowledge it.”
“Who fucked up what?” Her brows furrow.
“Stupid Alphas,” I growl. “They ruin everything.”
“Hey.” She laughs. “I quite like mine.”
“Yours don’t count, he’s a saint. But these assholes tried to harass me!”
“What!” Her eyes widen. “Oh my god, are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I threw hot chocolate in one of their faces and kneed the other one in the dick before I took off running.”
“Did you call the cops? What did Syrus say?”
“Uhh, no.” I chew on my lip.
“What the fuck. Why not?”
“Because I’m trying to come to terms with the fact these fuckers are my scent matches,” I hiss, leaning in with manic eyes. “What the fuck do I do, Briar? Emmett is coming hometomorrow night, and not only do I have to tell him that I’m pregnant, but also, while he was gone, I went and got a whole new pack.”
“Well, I wouldn’t word it like that. Have you talked to these guys again?”
“No.”
“Do you know who they are, what their names are?”
“Umm, no,” I say sheepishly. “Didn’t get the chance with the whole fighting then running off thing.”
“Lexi.” She looks like she’s trying really hard not to laugh.
“What?” I throw my hands up in the air. “Do you blame me? They just followed me. Do you think I’m gonna spin around, smile, and chat them up?”
“Okay, so their approach could have been better. But if they are your scent matches, don’t you think you owe it to them to talk this out?”
“No,” I grumble. “I don’t want any stupid Alphas. I’m happy with Emmett.” Even though I say that, part of me, deep down, seems to be craving those bastards.See? They’ve gone and fucked up my whole life.
But maybe she has a point.
No. No Alphas. None.
“What about them? You never know, they could be the sweetest guys. They just found their Omega, and they’re probably losing their minds.”
“I hate scent matches,” I groan, putting my head down on the table. “I should have taken fucking scent blockers, but I didn't think I needed them. Most of the Alphas here are already packed up, and I’ve met them all. None of them are my scent matches.”
“But these two are.”
“Yes.” I glare at her. She looks very amused. Glad my pain is fun for her.
“Want my advice? If they are with the group of Alphas who are new to town, Syrus already dealt with them, and if they’restillin town, that means they’re not a threat.”
“That he knows of. But, yes, tell me what to do. Please!”
“I’m not going to tell you what to do,” she laughs. “But I can give you a suggestion. Talk to them, hear them out, and give them a chance. Scent matches are a big deal. It’s not something you can just walk away from. Cutting ties would be even more of a life change, and not a pleasant one.”
“But I’m pregnant. And I have Emmett to think about, too. This is his life also.”
