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Matty had a nearly photographic memory, which is why he didn’t have to bother opening his laptop to give me the information I was asking for.
“Every couple also said that being near their fated mates–once they had discovered they were fated, usually with their first touch of skin on skin–the omegas all experienced either a full blown heat or what most described as a mini type heat. It was notable to them because in most cases, it was not the time of their normal heats, and sometimes the symptoms were almost not noticeable enough for it to register that it was any type of heat at first. The funny thing is, once they got pastthe first crazy rush of lust, their heats were then back on track, coming at their normally scheduled times.”
“So it was just that first rush of hormones?”
Matty tilted his head, “Something like that. Now, when this happens has varied drastically from couple to couple. Some couples it was like a blind lust that they had to sate right away. Others it took a few meetings, or even longer.”
“How long?” I mean if I was destined to fuck Mason’s brains out, it couldn’t hurt to have a timeline, right?
“Well, for Uncle Lachlan and Uncle Quinn, it was their third meeting.”
“Ew,” I covered my ears, “don’t tell me about our family.”
Matty laughed. “Oh no, I can’t be the only one tortured by this knowledge. Uncle Finn and Uncle Wade it was five years, because they did their best to not be in the same room and alone.”
“Huh? What changed for them?”
“Uncle Lachlan and Uncle Quinn’s wedding,” Matty told me. “It was a whole hate fuck scenario, to which I heard more details then I needed from Uncle Wade who was more than happy to share. Don’t ask me what they used to get up to in Dad’s club,” Matty shook his head. “I’ll never be able to look them in the eye again.”
Opening my mouth, I went to ask, then thought better of it, and snapped my mouth closed.
“Now Dad and Papa,” Matty continued, because he really meant he wasn’t going to suffer alone any longer, “theirs was within minutes of meeting.”
Covering my ears, I begged him to stop torturing me. “There are things we should never know, even for the sake of your research.”
Matty was enjoying this way too much, if the gleam in his eyes was any indication.
“Okay, so I just need to not have sex with Mason. And then move to another country, far away from him.” Absolutely doable.
Who was I kidding? I loved my family too much for that and my job was too important to me to ever consider moving away.
“Ronen, this is the most important thing to remember,” Matty turned serious now. “Look, another consistent thing in my research is that when the omegas experienced this heat, they all–and I do mean all–got pregnant. It didn’t matter that they were on birth control that had never failed. Or if they were on birth control, and the alpha used a knotting condom. All of them got pregnant. Obviously, there are cases where no birth control was used, because they got caught up in the moment, and just didn’t care. One omega described it as being drunk on pheromones, knowing in the back of their mind that they were taking a huge risk, and just not giving one care about the consequences.”
I let all this sink in for a few minutes. “So basically, I’m fucked? And, I’m going to be stuck with this man, and have his baby?”
Matty spread his arms across his desk, “I mean…kind of, yeah.”
“Why is this happening to me?” I cried, feeling the heat of tears sting my eyes. Which pissed me off, because I was not one for random tears.
Matty stood and came around, sitting in the empty seat next to me. Putting his arm around my shoulder, he whispered, “I think this is actually a good thing, Ronen. You just can’t seeit at the moment.” He placed a kiss on the side of my head. “Just don’t push Mason away before you give him a chance, okay? Fate has never been wrong when it comes to picking someone’s fated for them. This is a good thing, and I’m pretty much an expert on this subject.”
Good thing, my ass.
Fate was not getting her way this time. Not with me.
Chapter Thirteen
Ronen
Twenty minutes after leaving Matty’s office, I turned on my blinker, slowing to turn where the overly cheerful voice of my GPS told me to. If it wasn’t for the metal mailbox beside the dirt road, I would have thought my GPS had gone off the rails and was sending me down a random dirt road.
Slowing down to navigate numerous potholes, I peered out my windshield, nearly blinded by the late afternoon sun. There was nothing but the dirt road, overgrown grass on each side, and thick trees. Not a house or building in sight.
“This is how horror movies start,” I muttered to myself, then caught my breath when a house appeared in the distance. Not just a house, I discovered as I drove closer, but a two story white farmhouse. There was also a large barn, a wooden corral, and what looked like acres and acres of green pasture and woods. “Wow. This was not what I was expecting.”
Pulling between Mason’s bronco and a little Honda Accord that had seen better days, I got out, slamming my door.
The barn door opened and Micah Henshaw, a local high school kid I knew from the library, poked his blond head out. He murmured something, then stepped out, closing the barn door firmly behind him.
