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"I don't know." I tell him honestly. "Scenting Lizzie…she smelled good, and she definitely drew a…um…pretty instantaneous reaction from me. From all of us. But Hannah? That was…"

"We'll figure it out," Noah says, cracking his fingers.

We all exchange numbers, and go over the plan again for my meeting with Hannah tomorrow.

But I can't help wondering…what will we do if she doesn't want to be with us? Hopefully Noah can come up with some answers for what the hell is going on. Hannah feels like the real deal in comparison to what I felt for Lizzie. I'm going to have to reach out to my old pack and tell them they might have a new scent match.

Chapter 8

Hannah

Me

I'm sorry Cady, I had to leave. I'll text you when I get home.

My head falls back against the headrest of my car and stuff another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. Thank gods there's an ice cream shop between Cady's house and my apartment. Chocolate ice cream and hot fudge with marshmallow whip does something to ease the aching chasm inside of me.

Not enough, butsomething.

I'm such a wreck, I ordered it for delivery on the app and put the address as their parking lot, so I wouldn't have to go inside with my puffy red eyes and sniffling nose. So now I'm sitting in the parking lot, stuffing my face full of the ice cream that usually never fails to comfort me.

This is hell.

I finally find my scent matches, and who are they? An alpha who already made it clear he didn't want me, and another alpha who is too mature, too…sophisticated for an omega like me.

Austin already thinks I'm a hot mess, and I just fucking proved his point with how I ran off. I'm sure Enzo isn't far behind him on that train of thought. Who wants an omega who can't even talk to her own true scent matches?

A bitter laugh leaves me as I shove more ice cream in my mouth. It makes sense now, why I never found my match at the Omega Matching Service. They aren't a pack.

Gods, I wish Nana were here. She'd know what to say. What to do. She'd whip out some weird metaphor that makes no sense, yet magically solves all the problems of the world.

Pulling up my voicemail log, I hit play on Nana's again and her comforting voice fills the car. "Hi there Nana. You don't have to worry about calling me back, I just wanted to check in and see how you're settling into your new apartment. I'm hoping it's better than the last one."

The voicemail is interrupted by a text, and my brows furrow when I see that it's from my brother.

Kieren

Heads up, Charlie Williams just asked me for your number.

Fuck. Why is he doing this? He broke my heart once and now he's back for more? In what world does he think that I'd ever give him a chance to destroy me again?

Me

Thanks. Don't give it to him. Did you ever tell him that I'm an omega?

I don't think Kieren would tell Charlie the one thing I asked him to never divulge, but I need to know if that's why he's comeback to me after all these years. If Cat really was right about him. That's what stings after all this time, the idea that he would only want me because I ended up presenting.

Kieren

No, though I don't know why you're keeping it from him.

Me

It might be out of the bag now. He just showed up at a party that Cady was having for her grumpy-ass alpha and he was there. Like AT the party. I had to bolt.

Kieren

I'm not surprised you ran into him. He got traded to the Meteors. Don't think it was a coincidence that it was right after that anniversary post where you were in the background of that photo of Cady

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