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“Please. I want you to know that if the rest of us had known that they felt like that, we would’ve run them out a long time ago. Adjusting to having an Omega here was kind of strange at first, but having you here is a blessing. I know Jude is appreciative of it.” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively, and my face heats.
“Yes, well, the showrunner is…”
“Your scent match, right?”
The pop of my gloves coming off my hands is the only sound in the trailer as I gape at Trevor.
“It’s hard to hide when you’re covered in his scent. Ifyou weren’t, ya scents wouldn’t blend together so well. Biology, right? To warn me off of you?”
I rub my hand on my face, surprised I’m not bursting into flame with how embarrassing this conversation is. I wasn’t expecting the troupe to find out about this off scent alone. I thought maybe Jude would want to have a troupe meeting where we discuss this and what it means for everyone.
But we didn’t talk about it.
We didn’t discuss how we are going to handle rolling this out to the rest of the circus. But it’s been a couple of days since I took suppressants, and it’s going to become very clear, very quickly, that my guys are drawn to me.
Some of them have already picked up on the change in Matteo’s scent, but have no idea what caused it.
Trevor stands up and places a kind hand on my shoulder. His Boston accent is slight, like he’s nearly trained himself out of it. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but if it’s that the circus is going to have a problem with this, you’re wrong. We had a couple of shitty outliers, but that trash was taken out. I think everyone will be excited that the big guy finally found his match.”
“What if it’s not just him?” I whisper.
“What was that?”
I clear my throat, unable to meet Trevor’s piercing green eyes. “What if it’s not just him I’m scent matched to?”
He flops down into his seat, and when I finally bring myself to look at him, his smile is broad. “I know about Matteo, ya know. By the way, I haven’t told anyone. Are you saying there are a couple of other lucky fuckers?”
“Yeah. Uh. Three others.”
“Oh, easy, let me guess. Quinton and the twins.”
I sigh, sinking into my chair and throwing my head back. “Is it that obvious?”
“Well, yeah. They follow ya around like they’re dogs and you’re a tasty bone. Matteo smells like baked goods now, and now that I’m getting a sense of your pheromone smell, you’re something baked, ain’t ya?”
“Black forest cake,” I mumble.
“Oh, shit, yeah? I love that stuff.” I must make a fearful squeak, and he holds his hands up. “Not like that, Doc. I don’t have a scent match or anything, but I imagine they’d smell like something spicy. Like black tea and cinnamon, maybe ginger or something like that.”
“I’m not sure I’ve ever met an Omega with a scent like that. Most of us are on the sweeter side.”
He pushes himself out of his chair and grins at me, running his fingers through his dark hair. “Well, if you ever meet an Omega with that scent, come find me. Male, female, makes no difference to me.”
“You’re ready to settle down then?” I can’t help but ask as he heads for the door.
“I fucking love what I do, and the people I do it with, don’t get me wrong. There’s a reason why I’m still here. But I can’t help but hope for a Vegas show or something so we can have a home base. Not all Omegas would be happy living in a little trailer like you are.” He steps out of my home and calls out, “Bye, Doc,” before shutting the door behind him.
I mentioned to the twins once that I thought they were good enough for a Vegas show. If Trevor wants that, I wonder how many of the others do as well?
And what can I do to help them?
Chapter 16
The thumpof my blade as it embeds in the target with the beat of the song is so satisfying that it sends a chill down my spine. At this point in my routine, the audience may as well not be there.
It’s just me, my blades, and my Alpha.
I can’t see him, of course. I’m blindfolded. But I can sense him. I know where he’s going to be based on the beat of the song. We’ve practiced this a thousand times, and while it’s tight, because the audience needs the drama of seeing the knife landing close to him, we’ve got this down to a science.
