I shake my head, even though she can’t see me. “That’s not possible. Scent matches aren’t real. That’s an urban legend. It’s like soulmates. It’s BS.”
“That’s… also what I thought. But I’ve run every possible test on Morgan and Jamie and… it’s one thing that connects all the dots.”
“Maybe for them. But this is totally different. Mylo hates me. I don’t want an omega. So that can’t… It’s not possible.”
“At this point, it’s an educated guess, but?—”
“You don’t have to make shit up just because you don’t have an answer,” I snap.
Gia is silent, and I can practically hear her raised brow.
“Sorry.” I massage my forehead with a hand. “Sorry. That was uncalled for.” I don’t mind rolling first when I know I’m wrong. It’s what’s let me keep the company of so many female alphas for this long, especially when I lack the experience to truly go toe-to-toe with them.
“Entertain the theory or don’t,” Gia says. “But be careful. That’s all I’m saying.”
I take a deep breath and sigh. “How illegal was it for you to tell me all this?”
“Medium. So, this conversation never happened.”
“How much are you going to tell Mylo?”
“Depends on how much he asks. I’ll explain the pre-heats if he lets me.”
I chew my inner lip. “Will you tell him about your scent match theory?”
A long pause. “No. That evidence is too preliminary; it wouldn’t be ethical.”
“But you told me.”
“I told you as a friend. Not as a patient. Just like I’m telling you as a friend that I’m happy for Morgan and Jamie, and I think they’re a perfect fit for each other, but beyond that, the idea of scent matches beingreal… It fucking scares me.”
Gia’s honest tone makes it all sink in.
Fuck.
I sigh. “No kidding. What… what happens when filming is over? It’s not much longer…” Five more days, after today.
There’s a pen clicking. A half sigh. “If you really don’t think you’re compatible… go your separate ways, I guess. I can refer Mylo to a heat center for when the inevitable occurs.”
The thought of him like before, desperate and miserable, twists in my chest. But there’s no way to fully prevent that without creating a future both of us will hate.
“So… that’s all there is to it, then? Do whatever it takes to get through the end of shooting. Without biting him.”
“Yeah. Easy.”
I finally give a soft laugh. “Piece of cake. Thanks, Gia. For all this.”
“Don’t mention it. You can call if you need anything else. Or… just want to talk.”
“Thanks. I really appreciate that.”
“Bye, then.”
“Bye.”
Gia hangs up, leaving me with my bottle of wine.
I tip it back and down the rest.
