Candice and Kanieshie grip their boyfriends Derrick and Gunners hands as they approach us.
“Great job out there, Sawyer,” I say.
The alphas are the same height except for Archer. He’s the tallest at six three.
Sawyer runs his fingers through his brown hair before he pulls me into a sweaty hug smelling like musk, vanilla, and caramel. Gosh he smells good. The guy’s built like a fortress. His muscled arms hold me tight. “Thanks Harper.”
Archer tugs me from Sawyer. “Don’t hog her.”
“She’s not even your woman,” Sawyer snorts.
Archer’s leather, black currant, and musk scent cocoons me.
Each alpha smells so good.
Dustin watches as Archer kisses my nose. “You did all that cheering for Dustin and Sawyer. I didn’t hear my name fall from those pretty lips once.”
I peer up at him and run my fingers through his red locks. “Archer, you have a killer arm. Which I tell you all the time. The way you threw that ball and Dustin caught it. Just perfectly.”
A smile lifts his lips and his green eyes light up. “Now that’s what I like to hear.”
Thatcher pushes Archer aside. “That’s enough.” He pulls me into his embrace.
“I wish you could’ve been on the field tonight,” I say with a thick Georgia twang.
My nose pushes into his football jersey. He smells like sandalwood, cedar, and clean laundry.
“You helped win the game last week that led to this game in the championship.”
His smile lights up his face with all sharp angles. Pure aristocrat. Those tranquil blue eyes drink me in.
“Thank you, Harper.”
There's this pull between the five of us I can’t explain. Dustin has never once been jealous of the connection between all of us.
I take a step backward and my head rests against Dustin’s chest. His possessive arm circles my waist.
Thatcher and Dustin share a knowing look.
In our society an omega can have a pack of alphas or one alpha.
Sarah struts over batting her long lashes. “Hello alphas.”
“Fuck off Sarah,” I growl.
“I can congratulate the alphas. Game well played alphas,” she purrs.
Her blue eyes move over me. “You little sad omega.”
She releases her orange and cinnamon scent around the guys.
I lunge forward and Dustin holds me tightly. “I want to tear her apart,” I snarl.
He kisses my earlobe. “She’s not worth your time.”
“Sarah, that’s enough,” Archer barks. “Now leave.”
She smiles and turns on her heels because she has to follow the order of an alpha. “See you around alphas.”
