Or they could bring you together in a bond no others could understand, like your mom did.I can hear my dad, Jack, in my head now. But I know more Packs, like Thorne’s, where the omega separated the Pack and ruined the family the other members had built.
I know my Pack. We fall hard and fast, but will we survive adding an omega to the mix? When things are already going so well?
I decided that, as lead alpha, I have to check her out first, and I’d do so during my break from practice, when Throne is busy getting checked over by ourphysical therapist. He pulled a muscle in his leg a while back, and they are keeping an eye on it.
It’s the perfect chance to see her.
It’s nothing but pure curiosity bringing me here to this little shop on a break between practices.
No gut pull, no scent, is luring me here. Inhaling, just to be sure, I smell nothing but freshly mowed grass and fresh paint on the cement in preparation for tomorrow’s game.
I look up at the orange sign above the door, Cozy Bear Blankets.
Definitely an omega-geared shop, if I’ve ever seen one. The windows previewed tables filled with blankets, stacked high in all sorts of colors and patterns. The logo on the window is in a marker with the slogan “Blanket that adds the perfect touch” in frilly font underneath.
I go to pull open the door, but it’s locked. Hmm? I looked at the hours, and it said 8 am-12 pm appointments only. Checking my watch, I see that it’s 12:05. I stare inside. I have one hour to meet this woman, and I don’t want to miss her. I can’t.
Peering inside the glass, the lights are on. These air humidifiers things are moving back and forth, and the ceiling fans are on. So she must be here, and like an annoying jackass, I knock on the glass.
Nothing happens, and I step away from the glass, looking at the other surrounding businesses. There area few small restaurants, a pottery shop, and a few others. It’s a nice, busy spot–
“May I help you?” The door cracks open, and I’m stumbling forward, losing my grip on the door. I catch myself before I nearly fall onto the woman on the other side of the door. Before I can even get a good look at her, the smell of peaches showers over me, blasting me from inside, and I lose all my thoughts as I stare at her.
“Um.” is all I can muster. Her scent is strong as it comes from the door. As strong as Thorne’s is. I think about the mixing of peaches with his pure cherry scent and Havoc’s with his white chocolate.
How fucking delicious they’d all be. Together.
No, oh shit, I’m worse than Thorne.
“Yes?” I’d think she wasn’t impacted by my scent too, but her voice wobbles just the slightest bit.
This drop-dead gorgeous woman is quite a few inches shorter than I am, with straightened ginger hair that comes to about her shoulders.A dreamy, fiery halo.She’s got brown eyes, long lashes like Thorne, a cute, round little nose, and beautiful brown skin, as dark as mine. She’s fucking beautiful, and she smells like pure fucking heaven. This scent couldn’t be manufactured, bought, or crafted. Her scent is so captivating, it leaves me dumbstruck.
“Hello?” She tries again, eyeing me with a hint of suspicion in her eyes. Her soft voice rings in my ears,and the urge to keep her talking is the only thing that brings me out of the stump she’d put me in.
“Hi,” I cough, trying to buy some more time to think of what to say. What the hell was my agenda again? “What time do you open for walk-ins?”
“Today is open for appointments only. I’m really sorry about the inconvenience,” she says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. The cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen any woman do.
“Oh,” I say, willing myself to find something else to say, but I can’t think ofanything appropriate. How do I get her to keep talking to me?
“I’m really sorry,” she says, her brows creasing in worry as she holds the door cracked open. “I can- I can open the store for you after I finish with my client, but I can only open it for thirty minutes.” My chest blooms with hope as I watch her inhale, and I hope like hell she wants more of my scent.
I nod my head, speechless still, and she slowly shuts the door as I stare at her like a dumbass.
I watch her scurry off, and I feel the tugging in my stomach as she gets farther and farther away.
She’s my scent mate. She has to be. Her scent calls to mine, as do my other mates, but how? How in the world do I have three scent mates? What are the fucking chances?
I need to grab Havoc. Could she be his scent mate, too?
CHAPTER FOUR
HAVOC
Using my tiniest scalpel, I skim off the side of the clay statue of a dog collar. I work in silence with the utmost precision when my silence gets interrupted by my shed door being whipped open.
My head instantly jerks up to the door, and I see the wind from Silas’s harsh entrance blowing his shirt and the dust off one of my workbenches.
