Page 16 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

“There’s her scent. Fuck,” Gunnar says, eyes widening with the realization that we’re dealing with an actual omega. Omegas are rare and even rarer out here without wolf packs for protection.

“Well, goddamn, Damon’s right,” Max says, breathing heavily when he notices her scent floating down the hallway. I sniff the air hungrily and follow the smell all the way to what looks like a storage room just down from the break room.

There’s a light coming from under the door.

The door is closed, but I can hear faint whimpers coming from beyond the wood. Only one person could be emanating such a sweet perfume.

Lena.

I rap sharply on the door, the sound echoing in the small hallway.

“Lena?” I call loudly. “Are you okay in there, honey?”

The whimpers stop momentarily, and Lena’s sweet voice calls back to me.

“I’m fine!” she replies, but my keen hearing picks up that she sounds out of breath. “Just dropped some books, and I’m organizing them.”

I quirk an eyebrow in interest.

“Are you sure?” I ask. “Sounds like you’re struggling in there. Do you need some help?”

“No, I’m fine,” she says, sounding preoccupied with something.

The smell in the hallway strengthens, heady vanilla notes overwhelming my senses.

I can feel Max and Gunnar still behind me as they, too, catch a whiff of Lena’s scent. My nostrils flare as I take a deep breath, and I feel my cock stir behind the zipper of my pants, fascinated and aroused by the delicious smell.

How is it possible that a human could emit such a powerful fragrance?

I’m almost certain that she’s an omega. In all my time as an alpha, and with all the humans I’ve encountered, I’ve never met someone I had such a visceral reaction to.

My pants suddenly tighten, and I quickly unzip, letting my hardening dick swing free. The others are also affected by her.

Gunnar lets out a low growl, and I turn to look at him.

“What?” I ask.

He shakes his head, adjusting himself as his cock tents the front of his pants.

“I just don’t get it,” he mutters. "Humans aren't supposed to smell like this. I couldn’t smell her when I met her in the library earlier today. I’ve never met a human female that I’ve?—“

“Wanted to fuck so badly?” Max groans. “I’ve gotta agree with you, man. Something about the way she smells is driving me crazy. I can almost taste her sweet pussy on my tongue.”

She’s affecting all three of us alphas. Only an omega can make an alpha drop to his knees for her.

“Do you think she just sprayed a bunch of perfume everywhere? We need to make sure before we scare her,” Gunnar suggests.

“It’s her,” I grunt as I palm myself. “Her natural scent.”

“Fuck, I just want to eat her,” Max growls, his mind on the rut that’s bound to happen.

She whimpers again. I turn back to the door, breathing hard, wondering what to do and how to approach her with this.

I suddenly notice the gap between the door and the doorframe.

The storage room is old, and the wood has warped over time, creating a space big enough to see through, even with the door closed. I lean forward to peek through the opening, unable to help myself. I am curious about this omega and the effect she has on my pack and me.

My eyes widen at the sight before me.

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