“We invited you here because, despite everything, you all seem to truly care for her. Onion deserves to know the truth so she can decide how she is going to live the rest of her life.”
Onion left her house for the first time in years to meet us. I know how hard that must have been for her, and she will hate me for what I’ve done, but I cannot bring myself to regret agreeing to this. The only way I’m going to get her to listen to me is by locking her in a house with me.
I’ve thought about meeting her so many times over the years, but I knew, once she did, she’d run. And I’d never see her again. I have to hope the time in theExpectedhouse will be enough to get her to forgive me.
My pack was pulled together for a reason, and I know,in my gut, that she is it. If I tried to explain it, I’d sound like I’d lost my mind, knowing that she was my scent match through a computer screen, but I do.
There’s no other explanation for the way she makes me feel.
Which makes what I’m doing that much worse.
I haven’t shared that with the guys because if it’s not true, I think they would be devastated. They love her just as much as I do, and it doesn’t matter if she’s not a scent match. Onion is it for us. We’ve never even looked at another Omega.
“I do wish you four luck,” Bradley says genuinely. “I want this to work out for all of you.”
Me too, Bradley.
Me too.
“Breathe, Alpha.”Grant takes my face in his hands, gently stroking my cheekbones. His soft, floral scent does little to calm my heart, which feels as if it’s going to beat out of my chest. “Onion’s on the other side of that door, waiting for you. It’s here. It’s real. We’re going to get to hold her. To tell her how we feel.”
A decade under her influence.
Onion is in that house, talking to Bradley and Bridgette right now.
I am seconds away from finally meeting the Omega of my dreams.
The sound of a door closing precedes Bradley and Bridgette coming around the corner, the latter looking at us with soft eyes.
“She is waiting for you, boys. Derrick, you go in first. We’ll hold these two back for a minute to not overwhelm her with three people at once.”
Even if they hadn’t said that, I would’ve requested it. It’s selfish, I know, but I want one moment with her where she doesn’t hate my guts for the lies I’ve told her.
One perfect moment where she wants me like I want her.
Ivan grips my shoulder, nerves rendering him silent, and Grant gives me a soft kiss before patting me on the ass. “Go get our girl.”
The journey to the door feels like a mile. I can’t help but worry that I am walking into my execution.
When my eyes adjust to the lighting inside theExpectedhouse, and Onion comes into view, I’m pretty sure my heart stops. Video calls did not do her justice.
She’s wearing a pretty copper dress, and I have never seen her in one like this before. Maybe production put her in it because it shows off her mouth-watering body. I feel like I’ve been struck stupid staring at her, and I can’t make my mouth work.
“Hi.”
Her voice is a chorus of angels.
I’ve only said two words to her when all of my dreams come true.
A mouthwatering blend of fresh orange and sweet cream washes over me. It’s perfect. She’s perfect. The zing of citrus tempers the richness of the cream, and it makes me want to lick up the line of her throat to see if she tastes as good as she smells.
Mine hits her at the same time, and that’s it.
My one moment, where I got to see just how much I mean to her in her gorgeous eyes, is over.
She’s pissed, and she has every right to be, ranting at the cameras and yelling at me. I sit there and take it.
I deserve this and more.
