Page 17 of Knot What She Seems
This can’t be happening.
But it is. I know it in the depths of my soul, though I’ve never experienced it before. Every alpha has learned about it, read about it, whispered about it in the darkened corners of the bars.
Scent match.
One of the ladies on the other side of that wall…is my scent match.
Ourscent match.
I’m running before I can think better of it, trying to find a gap in the hedge and wall that will allow me to get to her. But when my search proves futile, I think,fuck itand take a running leap over the hedge—despite the fact that it comes to the center of my chest. When I land on the other side, I eye the gray stone wall that’s still blocking me from Darling Academy with a growl. The monster has to be twenty-five feet tall. I want to tear it down. Destroy it. Burn it to ash.
Right now, it’s the only thing keeping me from my mate.
I grab one of the protruding stones and find a crevice for my foot. Then, I begin to climb.
On the other side, I hear Madam Ellora say, “That’s enough for today, girls. Head inside for your morning tea.”
No!
I force myself to climb even faster, sweat beading on my temples from the exertion. I throw my arms over the top of the wall, and my body quickly follows. I land unceremoniously in the hedge lining the Darling side of the wall with a thump that shudders through my bones.
My pulse racing, I jump to my feet and track the group of girls being herded inside of the academy.
One of them is my mate.
I allow my eyes to drift over each one.
No…not her.
Not her.
Not her either.
Desperation fuels my movements, causing me to take a single step forward.
I catch a flash of golden hair just before she disappears inside of the school.
My chest feels incredibly tight, and I can’t get a full breath in.
That’s her.
That’s my mate.
Our mate.
Our scent match.
Who the fuck is she?
What’s her name?
“Alpha! What are you doing here? You know you can’t be on this campus outside of designated meeting times!” A frail woman grabs my arm and begins to haul me toward the front of the school. For a tiny omega, she’s surprisingly strong—but I’m also not fighting her.
I can’t focus on anything but the scent of my mate. Even now, it lingers in the air, the most enticing aroma I’ve ever encountered.
The woman continues to babble on and on about “following the rules” and “protocol,” but I tune her out.
How will the guys react when I tell them about my discovery?
