I flushed. But I wasn’t embarrassed by my hopeless feelings for her. I could never be. “Yes. I do.”
“Is that why you’ve never messed around on any of our trips?”
There was no point in denying it now.
“Yes. I can’t bring myself to get close to any other woman. Knowing how I feel about her.”
“But–what if she could beourOmega?” Alexei asked.
The idea hit me with dizzying speed, becauseit was mywildestdream.
“She’s unmated now.”
My tongue felt thick in my mouth. It felt like Jessabella’s scent filled me up, my mouth overflowing with drool because I couldswearI tasted her egg hanging, ready to drop. And I wanted to be there, wanted it to bemyseed meeting that egg, covering it and soaking her with my potency.
“And I don’t care if she’s been rejected,” the King said fiercely. “I want her.”
I’d never seen him like this.
“I don’t care if she can get pregnant or not,” I agreed cautiously. “But I can smell her. And she smells. . fertile. That’s the only word I can think of for it. But she’d never go for it–for us.”
“Maybe,” Alexei agreed. “Maybe not. But I want to try.”
The idea was so bewildering I felt my head spin.
Would she go for it? Could she ever go for it? It seemed impossible to be true.
Had she possibly been immune to the tight pull I felt, the electricity between us?
“Fuck, yes, I want to try.”
“We can show her,” Alexei said confidently. “We can show her we’re not like her old Pack. We don’t want her because of whatshecan giveus. We want her because she’s amazing and beautiful and talented and gentle and perfect.”
“Yes,” I breathed. “That’s exactly what I think.”
The pull I felt toward her was so strong I almost couldn’t breathe with the craving.
I couldn’t process the idea that Jessabella, someone I wasdesperatefor, would ever want me back, but there was a gleam in Alexei’s eyes.
“We agree then. We’ll take it slow. Don’t push her. Court her. Then see if we can get her to trust us.”
CHAPTER 5
Jessabella
As I was in my pajamas putting on lotion, I heard a rustle in the hallway and I peeped out to see Alexei and Theo setting out massive blank canvases and little tins of paint. Two sleeping bags lay neatly beside my door.
Were they planning tosleepoutside my door? My face flamed.
Why in theworldwould these two men in the absolute prime of their lives as Alphas want me? I was forty years old, rejected, washed-up. Uncool, unhip. I wasn’t an innocent virgin like I had been when my first Pack knotted me. And who was to say I could ever have a baby?
What did they want with me? It must just be pity. After all, these men could have any Omega they wanted.
I must be addled with Alpha scents to even wonder if there had been chemistry between us.
And I’d felt it, felt a pull to both of them.
I opened the door wider, shivering even in my fleecy pajamas. But was it anxiousness or arousal?
