The first thing I notice when I open my eyes is that my room smells different. A good different. A make my pussy weep different.
Cardamom and honey, cinnamon and sandalwood and a new scent I love just as much, rosewood, vanilla, and almond.
It takes a second for my mind to catch up when I see all three of my Alphas. They’re passed out in different places in my room. Carson on my gaming chair, Reid on the beanbag, and Damien on my fuzzy pink chair in the corner.
The back of my eyes sting as the tightness in my chest has me lying back down. I bite my lower lip, holding back a smile.
They’re all here. For me. Worried about me. I know I’m mad at them, but they’re making it so damn hard to stay that way because this is what I wanted. To be cared for, fussed over, to be loved and feel wanted.
Closing my eyes, I take deep, steadying breaths, breathing in their addictive scents until I’m lulled back to sleep.
When I wake again, I’m alone in my room. Frowning, I throw the blankets off and climb out of the mountain of blankets and pillows. Slipping on a pair of fuzzy slippers and my pink silk robe, I venture out of my room.
As I get to the top of the stairs, I stop when I hear chuckling. Brows furrowing, I quietly head down the stairs and creep my way into the kitchen.
My eyes widen when I see my Alphas. They’re all together in the same room, and they don’t want to rip each other's heads off. No, they’re actually talking and laughing.
I’m still sleeping, right? I have to be.
When I step into the kitchen, all three sets of eyes turn my way. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to ignore the fact that my nipples are hardening against my thin sleep top. By the smell coming from the three of them, they can see it through my robe, too.
“Morning.” My voice is soft as nerves and unease settle in.
“Morning, Sweet Girl,” Reid says.
“Morning, Little One,” Carson says.
Damien doesn’t say anything, just his smoldering eyes locked on me. I swallow hard as I try not to squirm from the intense look. There’s a hunger I’ve never really noticed before, at least not until now.
As his scent hits me and I force down a whimper, I’m reminded that my step-brother is my scent match. My Alpha.
Despite everything that happened last night, I can’t help the excitement building as the realization settles in.
Damien pushes off from where he was leaning against the counter and swaggers over to me. With each step closer, my heart beats faster.
My chest starts to heave, and my head spins as I breathe in his rosewood, vanilla and almond scent.
He stops right in front of me, so close I’m forced to tilt my head back to look up at his face.
“Morning, Cupcake,” he purrs, andfuck me, I nearly cum on the spot.
His nostrils flare, evidence that I’m perfuming for him like crazy right now.
“Sorry,” I murmur, aware of the fact that my cheeks must be blazing red right now.
The corner of his lip curls up. “You have nothing to be sorry about, baby girl.” His large hand reaches up, cupping my cheek. My eyes flutter closed with a contented sigh at his touch.
Baby girl. It’s so weird to hear him call me that, but I won’t lie and say I hate it.
I was too worked up, too emotional about everything last night to really be able to enjoy all the things one does when they meet their scent match. It should've been a better experience than it was. When I found out about Carson and Reid, it was wonderful.
I want to be able to enjoy that moment with Damien as well, not have it tainted with a badly timed revelation.
“This should be weird,” I whisper, my eyes slowly opening.
“Why’s that?” Damien’s thumb brushes softly over my cheekbone.
“Because just yesterday we were brother and sister. Now we’re mates.”
