“What? Like her scent was…” The words can’t even come out. Like a mate? A scent match? Like us?
Thorne is my scent match, and so is our third Pack mate, Havoc. Scent matches aren’t exactly rare; hell, I have two, but more?
What if she’s only Thorne’s scent match? What if she puts a wrench in our Pack? The Pack I work like hell to keep functional and together. Could one person ruin all of that, ruin us?
“Thorne,” I say. “What if she was, I don’t know, playing you? Did she know you were coming?”
“No. No. This was different. She was different.”
“Did she know you were coming?” I ask again. How dare this woman try to trick my fucking Pack mate into thinking they are scented mates? What kind of off-market shit was she wearing to make him act like this?
“Yes, Marilyn sent me to pick up some samples, but she didn’t know it was gonna be me. I know the difference between a fake match and a real one.”
“Are you sure?”
“Silas,” he groans. Now that our team’s getting more attention, we’re getting higher-priced sponsorships and more fans. Amongst fans come puck bunnies trying to secure a ticket into the limelight. He deserves better than that.
“Let me meet her,” I say, shrugging my shoulders like it’s no big deal, even though my gut turns as we keep talking about this supposed scent match. “I’d have to meet her eventually.”
“Not like this, plus she’s busy.” His green eyes appearbrighter as his cheeks get redder. Holy shit, he really likes this girl.
Fuck, this is deeper than I thought.
“Lovebirds over there, we’re going to Slapshots for dinner, you coming?” Kane, one of our teammates yells. I focus on Thorne, watching his eyes dart between me and the door to the arena. He wants to go back to see her. The last thing he needs is to be entrapped by her even more.
“Team morale and all, let’s go to Slapshots, get a few drinks,” I say, dragging Thorne along with me toward our teammates. Their rowdy voices drown out some of the worry in my gut.
Thorne drops this scent match as we all walk to Slapshots. Smiling, as if everything is normal, I try to joke and play around with the team. I have to keep my cool, as I always do. I have to be the calm in my Pack's storm, even though I feel anything but calm.
I’m scared as hell. For weeks, I could feel the impending doom of something disrupting our perfect life, and here it potentially is. I could feel it in my gut for a while, but this? Another person who could put a wrench in our very new Pack? This isn’t something I’m ready for.
“Silas–” Thorne tries as we sit at Slapshots’ green barstools, but I shake my head, cutting him off.
“Don’t worry, if she’s really your scent match, we’ll work through it, like we’ve done everything else.” Wehad to. I couldn’t lose this perfect life we'd built just as we were starting to settle in.
One restless nightbrought me to the arena. My mind was stuck on this Noa, all during practice this morning. If this Noa might be a Pack mate, it’s only fair I get to meet her, right?
I waited one entire day before rushing to meet the woman Thorne met. Coach Wallace would say to stay focused, especially the day before the game, but curiosity killed the cat, and satisfaction brought it back. I have to meet this woman. Once I meet her, I can figure out if she’s a threat to my Pack and then move on.
How could someone pull Thorne from me so quickly? His attention has been shot ever since he met this girl, not even 48 hours ago. He’s not the most talkative; neither of my Pack mates are, but every single conversation that came from him was about Noa.
Noa without the H.
Her scent was earth-shattering.
She smiled at me.
Her hair was like a dreamy, fiery halo.
He has made me more than curious,and the desire to meet her eats at my insides. Could my Pack handle an omega? He said she was definitely an omega. This would probably be less scary if she were a beta, or even another alpha, but I couldn’t have been that lucky. Omegas change the dynamics too much. What if she throws us off balance in all the worst ways? Maybe I should have called my dads for some advice.
What if the omega doesn’t like me?
Would my Pack leave me?
An omega isn’t like having an alpha. When Havoc joined us, he was an alpha joining an alpha pair. It was seamless, easy. With the scent match working its magic, we just clicked.
An omega has to be courted. They have to be wined and dined, and even after all that, they could still leave us. They could fall for one member, but not the others, isolate me, Havoc? Separate us.
