“You’re freezing,” I snap, gruffer than I meant, and drape it over her shoulders. The damn thing swallows her whole. She looks small in it, but not fragile, never fragile. Just mine. The sleeves hang past her hands, the hem hits her knees, and thesight of her wrapped in my scent punches straight through my chest like a fist.
She pauses. Then pulls the coat tighter and breathes in.
Deliberately.
I see it.
Shewantsit. My scent. Me.
Fuck me.
“Thanks,” she whispers, almost dismissive, but there’s something under it. A hum of satisfaction.
“Can’t have you getting sick.” My own response is rough. I sound like I have gravel stuck in my throat.
We walk in silence for a bit. Her shoe scuffs echo in the quiet street. The streetlamps cast gold over the snow, and every time she shifts under my coat, I get smothered with another wave of her faint scent mixed with mine.
I can’t stop stealing stares. The line of her jaw. The way her breath fogs the air. The tension in her shoulders. The pink at the tip of her nose.
She keeps glancing at me too. Thinks I don’t notice, but I see every damn flick of her gaze.
I’ve been studying her like a blueprint all night.
“So. Four unmated Alphas, no Omega, no girlfriends, and you all live together? What’s the catch?”
I blink. Then look at her.
She’s watching me now. Chin up, eyes sharp, like she already knows the answer and wants to see if I’ll lie.
Goddamn.
“We’ve all got baggage,” I say, watching her like a damn hawk. “And we found each other… I think we’ve gotten so comfortable that it’s been hard to find someone to mesh with us.”
She lifts an eyebrow, curious. Unbothered. That mouth of hers tilts into a smirk.
“Everyone has baggage.”
“Yeah,” I nod, taking a slow step closer, “but we want a particular kind of Omega. One who doesn’t flinch when things get hard. Or messy.”
I pause. Let it sink in. “She’d have to take all four of us. No sides. No weak links. Just one Omega who can handle the heat.”
Her mouth parts slightly. No fear. Just that same intrigued glint in her eyes, like she’s picturing it. Living it.
“Oh,” she says slowly, “so you’re only looking for an Omega you can all share?”
No judgment. Just curiosity. She’s smart like that, asks without shame, listens without retreating. I adore that.
“Ideally, yeah.”
I stop walking. Turn. Face her fully. “That scares you?”
She shakes her head, brown hair bouncing slightly on her shoulders. “It… intrigues me. The idea of one Omega… trying to satisfy four big Alphas…”
Her voice trails off, breath catching like she’s just now imagining it. And fuck me, but I’m imagining it too. Her, wrecked. Whimpering. Marked by every one of us.
I step into her space, slow and sure. I want her to feel it. My size. My interest. My control.
“Or maybe,” I murmur, voice dipped low, “it’s four Alphas who’d do anything for her. Devoted. Possessive. Willing to burn the world down if she asked.”
