You can do this. Go in there, ask what’s going on, what this means for the both of you.
It takes me another few minutes to finally get my feet to move. I make my way over to his office door, not bothering to knock and just open it.
I let it swing open, Atlas’ eyes snapping over to meet mine.
His eyes widen, lips parting in shock.
The smell of the room hits me hard. Sex and something sweet that I can’t quite put my finger on.
A wave of arousal hits me and I have to resist the urge to clamp my thighs together.
The smell of them together shouldn’t get me this turned on. But it does.
“So.” I lick my lips, a wave of nerves settling in. I hate it. I’m never the person to be this unsure about something. Maybe I should have saved myself the risk of heartbreak and stayed away from Atlas. “You have a scent matched omega, huh?”
He blinks a few times before clearing his throat. “I can explain.”
“What’s to explain? You met your scent match. I know it can be a powerful thing.”
At the mention of scent matches, my mind flashes back to the worst night of my life.
The feeling of his hands on me, taking what he wanted while I wished I was dead.
I didn’t get that chance to enjoy the life changing moment of meeting my scent match, because my scent match was the devil.
The only good thing that came from that moment was my body and mind realizing that even though Ryan was my scent match, that everything in me wanted to give over to him, that I didn’t. I realized what was wrong, that he was bad, that I needed to run.
“Briar?” Atlas’ voice snaps me back to the present.
“Sorry.” I chew on my lower lip. “Anyway. You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s not like you can pick and choose these kinds of things. It just happens when it happens.”
“I didn’t know. Not until he came into my office.”
“Oh, trust me, I heard him cumming in your office,” I laugh awkwardly, trying to make light of the situation and failing.
Atlas just looks embarrassed.
“You heard?” he asks, sounding guilty.
“I did,” I nod. “So, I’m just going to outright ask you. What does this mean for us? I don’t consider this cheating, because well, again, scent matches. I know instincts kick in and all logical thoughts can go out the window. And we’ve only been on a few dates, haven’t labeled anything. But, if we’re going to end whatever we have going on, I’d rather do that now and not be fucked around.”
“End things?” His eyes widen. “I don’t want to end things.”
“You don’t?” I hate the surge of hope that rushes through me.
“No, Little Rose.” His voice goes soft as he makes his way around his desk.
I nearly melt at the mention of his nickname for me.
“I don’t want to end things with you. I want you just as much now as I did yesterday. Meeting Jude doesn’t change how I feel for you.”
“Jude,” I whisper his name. It’s a pretty name for a beautiful man. I blink, shaking my head, “It doesn't?”
Atlas shakes his head, his hand reaching out to cup my face.
“I want you both. That is, if that's something you can consider? I know he’s a stranger to you, hell, he is to me too,” he chuckles. “But I want to get to know him better, for you to meet him and do the same. He also has an alpha.”
“He does?”
