Page 51 of The Rejected Omega

I uncork some white wine I got for my birthday and pour it into tumbler glasses. It’s the best I’ve got.

I bring the drinks to the couch and sit next to Roy. He grimaces when I pass him the tumbler.

“You want a Solo cup?”

He rolls his eyes and props his feet up on my ottoman.

“Alright. Spill.”

“I need a favor from you.”

“You’re askingmefor a favor? Who are you and what have you done with Lana?”

“I don’t want you to feel obligated. If it makes you uncomfortable?—”

“Out with it. You’re giving me anxiety.”

“I want you to scent me.”

His eyes narrow in confusion. “You want me to what?

“I said, I want you to scent me.”

Roy starts laughing.

“Very funny, Lana. You got me.”

He takes a sip of his wine, winces, and spits it back into the glass. “Who gave you that wine? They aren’t a true friend.”

“I'm not joking. You're not seeing anyone right now, right?

“No, but?—”

“There’s an alpha I’m tutoring, and our scents are…compatible.”

Roy arches a finely manicured eyebrow. “How compatible?”

“Very compatible. Worrisomely compatible. And if you can scent me until the end of the semester, things will be a lot less awkward between us.”

“What happened to the horse load of supps you were taking?”

“My doctor’s cracking down.”

Roy tapped his fingers against his glass. “Lana, how do I smell to you right now?”

My lip curls. “Like trash that should have gone out last night.”

“Wish I hadn’t asked you that. But my point stands. You want to smell like that to yourself?”

“I can deal with it.”

“Have you ever been scented before?”

“No.”

“Then, respectfully, how do you know you can deal?”

“I have to try something, Roy.”

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