I’m vibrating with fury, fists clenched, body tense. I want to go in there, to take her face in my hands and tell her she’s fucking gorgeous, that her body is perfect. I want to throw her on her bed and show her exactly what I think. I want to worship that body and make it mine.
PastelPrincess: Anyway. Sorry for venting. Thanks for listening. I’m gonna get an early night. Goodnight Death <3 Thanks for being an amazing friend. Xox
She logs off before I can reply. I stare at the screen for a long time after, my heart pounding, head throbbing.
With my eyes closed, I steady my breathing. Waves of yearning flood me, the pain I’ve grown familiar with taking root.
I’m angry, frustrated, and pissed that the universe dealt me this hand.
You’d think it’d be bad enough that Addie turned out to be the best friend who I was in love with? But oh no. It's much, much worse.
She’s leaving today. She’s moving to Nashville for school and who knows when I’ll see her again.
With me graduating next year and joining the KP, my life is going to change significantly. I’m going to move on from this little crush on PastelPrincess, aka my stepsister, Addison. I’m going to put everything I have into being the best damn goalie in the league, and I’m going to forget about her. I’ll find an Omega of my own. This is the real world and I can’t live in the fantasy I’ve built inside my head forever.
Still, I don’t know if I can handle her leaving without at least saying goodbye.
I just got back from an away game, been gone for nearly a week. But I should have been here, hanging out with her, spending time with her before she’s gone.
I’ve been distant the past few years and I feel horrible about it. The look of hurt in her eyes every time I’d brush her off or had been short with her flashes in my mind.
Watching that sunshine smile fall is like a knife to my heart.
There's a town car waiting in the driveway when I pull up. Parking my car, I get out and see Alfred putting suitcases in the back.
She’s still here. I didn’t miss her.
I rush inside, leaving my bag in the car, and head straight upstairs. Her bedroom door is ajar. My steps slow, and my heart is racing.What am I going to say?
Just give her a hug and tell her to have a good life? It feels wrong.
Sunshine streams through her window, and the light spills into the hallway. I don’t hear any sounds coming from her room. Is she even in there?
When I reach the door, I push it all the way open and find it empty. Not empty in the sense that there’s nothing left in her room, everything is here. Except, she’s not.
I’m about to go see where in the house she could be when the smell hits me like a bag of bricks to the face.
The scent of sugary sweet cupcakes invades my nose. My head starts to spin, blood pounding in my ears as my cock thickens painfully hard. A low, rumbling growl reverberates in my chest. My fist clenches, and I lean against the wall to keep myself from falling to my knees.
Everything in me screams mine, my mate, my Omega.
No. No, no, no! This can not be happening. There’s no fucking way Addie is my scent match.
But even as I tell myself that, I know the truth. She is. She’s my Omega. My stepsister is my fucking scent match.
This time I do fall to my knees, my breathing coming in deep, heavy breaths. Each one wreaks more havoc on my system then the last. Every inhale pulls her intoxicating scent into my lungs and altering my very DNA.
It feels like time switches to slow motion. I try to process what's happening, trying to make some sense of it.
The sound of a car door shutting and an engine starting has me scrambling to my feet in a panic.She can’t leave. No. No!
I race down the hall, nearly tripping over my feet, and down the stairs. I make it the last few feet to the door, but I’m too late.
I stand behind Alfred, watching the car go. She turns around, her bright blue eyes staring back at me with a sadness that kills me. I feel a piece of my soul dying. She’s leaving, and I'm just letting her go.
Go after her damn it! Get your Omega. Don’t let her leave.
And tell my dad what? That my stepsister is my Omega? I’m on my way to signing with the KP. My dad is a coach for one of the best teams in the league.
