Page 49 of Deadly Sweet

After a mini freak-out, I made the decision not to tell her. Because even though it killed me knowing my best friend was my Omega, my mate, I wouldn’t be able to have her.

She had dreams, which she talked about all the time. Dreams of finding her perfect pack, one that would whisk her away from the world she grew up in and give her a normal life.

I couldn’t do that for her. I didn’t even have a job, how was I supposed to give her the life she deserved?

It wasn’t easy to keep it to myself. I craved her every second of every day, but I never crossed the line. I stayed by her side, being the best friend she needed.

After time went by, I knew I was in too deep. But I couldn’t tell her. If she knew I was lying all these years, it would ruin everything we had. Even though it killed me watching her with other people, dating other packs, I still didn’t say anything.

And the day she went missing, I knew I’d regret not telling her for the rest of my life.

For the past five years, I’ve had this dream. One I’m all too familiar with.

Her in my arms, naked, my face buried in her neck, her scent invading my nose like a drug I’d happily stay strung out on.

It’s one that I find myself looking forward to more than is healthy to admit. It’s not normal to resent being awake when I could be sleeping, dreaming about her. My Omega. My everything.

Only this dream feels different. The smell is stronger, more potent. It has my body lighting up, my cock growing thick. Sure, I’ve had wet dreams every now and again when they would grow detailed, but never have they made me feel so alive like this one.

Shifting closer, I take another inhale and wiggle my nose when something tickles it.

My hand inches forward, meeting a warm body. Smiling to myself, I splay my fingers, covering the warmth with my hand. The soft skin that meets my palm feels so real.

A little whimper has my brows furrowing. The sound rings loudly in my ear, making my grip tighten.

“Hey,” someone hisses. “Loosen your grip, would you? You're hurting her.”

My brows furrow deeper.Caleb? What’s he doing in my dream?

The grip against my hand has me jolting out of my dream. “What the hell?” I murmur.

“Shhh,” the voice hisses again. “You're going to wake her.”

Wake her? Wake who?

Bringing my hands up to rub at my eyes, I start to wake up more.

The warmth against my body is still there, as well as the strong smell of candy apples.

Blinking my blurry eyes open, I adjust to the dark space. “Caleb?”Why is he sleeping next to me? I mean, we’re close, but not that close.

Then I look down, and my heart stops.

Sucking in a breath, my eyes widen as the reality of last night comes crashing in.

Tucked between the two of us is the woman I’ve spent years looking for. Years spent worrying, believing I’d never find her, but I never gave up, and here she is. Next to me, in my arms.

“Caleb,” I say softly, afraid if I speak too loudly, I’ll wake up and this will all have been a dream.

“It’s real,” he whispers, the words ringing loudly in my ears.

I blink, still in shock. “She’s real? Really here?” I whisper.

He chuckles softly. “Yeah, brother, she’s really here. We got your Omega back. Our Omega.”

Shit. That's right. She’s not just mine anymore.

I have no doubt that this was all meant to be. What are the odds that she would also be scent matched to the members of my mismatched pack? She’s not scent-matched to Leroy because he’s a Beta, but I saw the way he looked at her. Her scent was as enticing to him, almost as much as it is to us Alphas.

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