Page 35 of Deadly Sweet

“So you did kill him?” Walker narrows his eyes.

“Nope. You're not going to get me with that one.” I shake my head.

“You already admitted it to Caleb,” Walker argues.

“No, he asked, ‘did the man deserve to die’. I said yes, stating he was, in fact, dead and deserved to be so. I didn’t say I was the one to kill him.” I roll my eyes.

“Listen here, you little–” he takes a step closer but pauses. I watch as his nostrils flare. He lets out a growl, and my body reacts just like it did to Caleb. “No,” he says in a strained voice. “It can’t be.”

That’s when the scent of honey and clove fills my nose, making my pussy weep like a fucking waterfall again. My mind goes cloudy, and I whimper.

“Fuck yes!” Caleb cheers excitedly. “She’s your scent match too, isn’t she?”

Walker says nothing, eyes boring into mine, jaw locked as his nostrils continue to flare. He steps forward; I step back. I forget there was a dead body behind me, and I trip over it. A squeal leaves my lips, and I expect to go flying backwards.

Chest heaving, I wait to hit the ground, but I don’t. Peeking an eye open, I look up into a set of warm brown eyes. He pulls me to my feet, making sure I’m steady. “Thanks.” I laugh, trying to ignore the burning urge to bend over and present my ass to these men.

Holy fuck, I had no idea being an Omega around a pack of Alphas would turn me into some sort of sex crazed maniac.

Okay, I had somewhat of an idea; I’d done the research not long after I got to Salvation. After reading up on it, I was convinced I was broken. Sure, the drugs Corbin gave me fucked up my system, giving him the power to control my body. But I’ve been around Alphas since that stuff cleared my body, and I've never felt like this.

“What the fuck do we do now?” Walker snaps. “We can not be scent matched to a damn fucking killer.”

“Why not?” Caleb frowns.

It’s only now that it’s hit me. The way I’m feeling, the way we’re all acting. Mates. Scent matches.Holy fucking shit balls, these men are mine! My Alphas.The Alphas that the universe hand picked just for me.

I thought it would never happen, that it was all just a fairytale dream.

But I can’t deny the way my body reacts to them, like it knows who it belongs to.

The idea of belonging to anyone should piss me off. Corbin made it clear I was his property, and every time he did that, I wanted to wrap my hands around his neck. I didn’t belong to him. No matter how much power he held over me. I never gave myself to him willingly.

But these men? The idea doesn’t make me want to hurt them. I have no idea who they are, but every cell in my body is screaming that they are mine.

Chill out, Savvy. Don’t get too excited. They might be your scent matches, but we still might have to kill them.

If they’re going to turn me in, or even make the attempt to, I’m going to have to end them. I meant it when I said I won’t let anyone or anything get in my way.

Even if it means walking away from the one dream that kept me going all those years alone. Nothing and no one will get in my way of getting my revenge, even my mates.

“You're joking, right?” Walker gapes at him. “She killed a man.”

“Still not proven.” I step in.

Walker glares at me. “If we get a team in here, I’d bet they would find your DNA all over it.”

“Maybe.” I shrug. “But that doesn’t mean he didn’t deep throat that knife willingly all on his own.”

He frowns. “What the fuck are you talking about.”

“Never mind.” I wave him off. “You had to have been there.”

“What's your name?” the older one asks.

“What's yours?”

“Leroy,” he answers.

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