I’m just thinking through how the risk of injury increases after nightfall, when three red SUVs pull up.
The middle one stops in front of me, and I nudge my luggage carts back so I’m out of the way. They could have pulled up to the front door, I silently huff to myself.
The passenger door opens, and I freeze as an alpha gets out.
He looks like a movie star stepping onto the red carpet, shiny blonde hair just slightly mussed as if he’s still a regular guy next door. His sea-green eyes brighten as they land on me. The alpha smiles, a warm, inviting smile that makes me want to tell him everything, do anything, go anywhere with him.
His scent is just as tempting, although it’s hard to catch much of it. At first, I wasn’t even sure if it was him or if it’s the holiday decorations at the inn, but the smell makes me tingly so I don’t think it’s the winter decor. This alpha smells like woodsy evergreens, a fresh pine scent layered over rich cedar.
He’s the most attractive person I’ve ever seen. I don’t think anything could make me tear my gaze away.
I’m swiftly proven wrong as thelargestalpha I’ve ever seen emerges from the other car. He distracts me from the movie star, and I have to readjust my perspective on how large a human is capable of growing. This alpha towers over the SUV, broad and muscular. I’m not even sure how he fit in the car.
Just like the first alpha, his presence is overwhelming, though not because of his build.
His eyes stand out the most. His right eye must be a very pale blue, but it’s so light his iris looks almost white, while the other eye is a dark blue. The hood on his coat is up, shadowing his face and hiding his hair, but his eyes gleam even in the shadows. The rest of his face is covered in a black balaclava, but it can’t hide the wide, angular jaw and strong features underneath.
I’m so focused on how hot he is that it takes me a minute to realize why his eyes are different colors. There’s a scar across the pale eye, bisecting his eyebrow and cutting down his cheek. Now that I’m looking, I see more scars on the little skin that’s visible.
It’s strange, I can’t smell him from here. These alphas must be hiding their scents under descenters, and maybe even suppressants.
It’s not very common for alphas to use suppressants. They tamp down their instincts along with their scent, but since their hormones aren’t as disruptive as an omega’s hormones with their heats, alphas don’t tend to use them. You really only hear about alphas using suppressants if they struggle with aggressive urges, like feral alphas.
I blame my curiosity for the urge to lunge at these alphas and get a good whiff of them.
Scents are a big part of how I assess a situation, and that missing element must be why I’m having these strange thoughts about climbing all over them.
I fight that urge so hard I force myself backward, forgetting the cart is there. My calf hits the edge, and I flip back onto my luggage with an oomph.
Luckily I land on my duffel bags instead of the hard boxes, but I sink into them, leaving me ass up with my ankles above my head.
At least I can’t see the alphas anymore, which lessens my odd desire.
I remain where I am, waiting for them to move along. Mostly because I don’t want to get sucked into their orbit again, but also because I’m afraid this will be like a beanbag chair situation where I’m going to struggle pathetically to crawl off my bags.
My hopes are dashed as the blonde alpha rushes over.
I guess it was too much to ask that they wouldn’t notice an omega abruptly launching herself onto her back and sticking her legs up in the air after seeing them.
He leans over me and asks, “Are you alright? Don’t move, let me see if anything’s injured.”
“I’m fine,” I say, blinking the snowflakes away. “The bags cushioned my fall.”
At least he didn’t think this was some weird flirting technique.
I suppose I could let him help me up though since the snow is starting to accumulate on my face.
“I’m sure you’re right, but let me check you out for my own peace of mind,” he says with a disarming smile.
“Oh-okay,” I stutter out, hardly able to think with him so close.
The alpha runs his hands gently over the back of my head and down my neck and shoulders.
If I were thinking clearly, I would explain that I’m trained in first aid and can tell my little tumble wasn’t a big deal.
His bedside manner is great though.
No, don’t think about beds.
