He laughs, the smooth, smoky laugh that only comes with a smidge of age, leaving me to assume he probably has over a couple of years on me. His skin is practically glowing, and little jewels hang from his dark locks, making me want to examine them up close. Random tattoos mark his body from what I can see. I can always tell a lot about a person by what they decorate their bodies with.
A second later, another Alpha comes through the door, and my breath is taken away yet again. His scent is dripping off of him too. Chocolate and bergamot mixing with the first Alpha’s beachy goodness. And he’s drop-dead gorgeous.
Dark hair that’s faded on the sides and long and messy on the top. The epitome of “I just fucked the shit out of someone,” and based on how I’m feeling, I think that someone was me… He happens to be completely naked, like the first Alpha, and my eyes slide down his chest to the patch of hair lining his stomach, dipping into a V-line that looks like it comes from physical labor and beer. But not in the disgusting, creepy, old-man way.
Fuck, I’m not going to survive these two.
The second one hits his knees too, and rushes out, “We can explain.” He holds his hands up like I’m not the one intruding in their house.
Well, I can only assume this is their house…
The first one starts. “I’m Kev and this is Abel. Do you remember anything from your heat?”
I choke on my words. “My heat?!”
Both of their brows pull together as their heads creepily tilt in the same direction simultaneously. “Yeah, your heat. This would’ve been day seven, do your heats usually last that long?” The first one’s—Kev’s—voice is so comforting, I just want to curl up in his arms and rub my face all over his body.
What was that…
I shrink into myself and whisper, “I’m a beta… I don’t have heats.”
“I can guarantee you’re not a beta from the slick and the heat we just had to help you through, August… You’re an omega.”
Still coming out of the fog of what I guess was my first heat is not helping my confusion in the slightest.
There’s no way I’m an omega…
“Wait, is this caramel stench, me?!”
“Your scent is the furthest from a stench, but yes it is. And there’s some sandalwood mixed in there too when you’re coming on our co—” Abel is cut off by a slap to the chest, and I feel myself blushing at the heat in his voice and stars in his eyes from him talking about fucking me.
“Okay… say I am an omega now. How in the hell did I get here?” Not that I’m complaining. I didn’t have to suffer through any heats alone, be courted by weird-ass Alphas that fetishize omegas, or be sold off like Ryker was.
“We may have bought you from a dating auction webs?—”
Welp, take that last sentence back.
Abel cuts Kev off by slapping him in the chest this time. “What he means is, we were on a dating site looking for an omega to complete our pack, and we stumbled across your profile.”
“My profile?”
Abel continues, and I can tell he’s the pack leader by how he guides the conversations and the way Kev looks to him whenhe doesn’t know what to say. “Yeah, we assumed that you had created the dating profile, but the closer we got to the date time, the weirder the texts started to become.”
“Text? I didn’t create a profile… The last thing I remember was walking home from work.”
“The website keeps all contact through them—we now know that’s a big red flag waving—but by the time we were getting ready to leave for the date with you, they told us you were in heat and threatening to give you to other Alphas.”
A shiver runs through my body at the thought of how bad this situation really could have been. What if horrific Alphas with no moral compass would have beat them to me?
“Can you two get off your knees, please?” I ask, and they’re immediately up on their feet.
“Thank you.” I smile shyly and add, “Now, how did this happen?” I wave to my new bond marks.
Abel’s hand slowly comes up. “The first one was me… I couldn’t handle not being bonded to you any longer, and I’m sure you can feel the pull by now—you’re my scent match. I wasn’t letting you go.” A devilish smile lines his lips that distracts me momentarily before it hits me that he just said scent match.
“Scent match?! I just found out I’m a late-blooming omega, and now I have a fucking scent match too? And I’m already bonded?” The smile lining my lips needs to be studied because what the hell is wrong with me?
“Two scent matches that are bonded to you, actually…” Kev picks his head up slightly to meet my eyes with shame covering his face.
