Page 17 of Their Knotty Pack
Gods know I won't be able to keep my hands off you, and I don't want to scar Lanie for life even more than we already have.
So yes, your place
Me
?? *red heart emoji*
Gods, I'm gone for this woman.
Chapter 6
Bethany
Work wasroughtoday. Lanie shot laser-eyes at me all morning after I rolled inrightat nine. We usually carpool unless one of us has something after work, but I told her not to wait up last night, and then promptly shut off my phone. I know she has a million questions, but I don't really think it's something we should be talking about at work.
Hilarious, I know, considering our blatant display yesterday. I'mtryingto be better.
The fact that I stole one of Miles' t-shirts to wear to work helps with my obsessive tendencies. It looks pretty cute tied off and with a blazer and jeans. Add in the ankle boots, and I'm cute-omega-in-love chic. Not crazy-enough-to-steal-a-mans-shirt-I-just-met chic. The shirt is the kind that's been so worn so often a hint of his scent is permanently embedded in the fabric, even though it's been washed.
Every time I get a hint of blueberry-dark chocolate goodness, I get giddy all over again.
Butcome on, he's my true scent match. How can my omega be expected to react in any way besides psychotic when our fated mate is a sweet, funny, sexy-as-hell fellow omega?
It felt like I was walking on cloud nine all day. Miles heals some kind ache inside of me.
It might have something to do with the multiple rounds of the best sex of my life, but mostly, it's just him.
He has this…this way about him. He gets me out of my own head and doesn't take either of us too seriously. At the same time though, he has this possessive quality that makes him feel more alpha than omega sometimes.
It's hot as hell.
My mind is subconsciously counting down the minutes until I'm walking back into Mile's house tonight. I just need to stop and pack a few things so I'm not late for work again tomorrow.
Right as I come up to Lanie's apartment door, it swings it open, and Lanie is standing there, raising a brow at me. She must have beat me here by like…two minutes.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Miss Omega-Screwer." She smirks, and I roll my eyes. Her purple hair is in two dutch braids, and with her nose and eyebrow piercings, she looks pretty intimidating. Too bad I know she's just a big softie.
"Don't knock it till you try it." My lip quirks, and she bursts out a laugh before stepping aside to let me in.
"I know you probably have plans, but do you have a little bit of time to talk?" Lanie asks hesitantly, shutting the door behind me.
I always have time for Lanie.
"He's not expecting me until later so I have a little bit." I smile softly at her.
We settle on my bed—err, the couch—and she tucks one leg under herself as she turns to face me. She even ignores Marty's leaves as they brush across her hair. She's been a good sport about all my plants taking residence in her apartment, actually.
Well, except Cal. Calathea's need sunlight, but it needs to be indirect. He's taken up residence on her preferred side table, and she's a little salty about it.
"So?" Her face is expectant, and I can't help but be thankful for my friend right now. She was there for me when I started courting my pack, as well as when that pack left me in ruins. I know no matter what, she's not going to judge me for jumping into bed with Miles the very first day I met him.
"It's…" I sigh, leaning back into the couch cushions, "It's more than the scent match. Miles…it's like he's my soulmate or something, and I know that sounds cheesy as hell—"
"It's not, babe." Lanie says, putting a hand on my knee. "True scent matching…I may only be a beta, but I've seen the effect it has on people. What I saw yesterday…I can tell it's even more than that."
Her sweet words fly over my head as I focus on the first half of her sentence. Frowning at her, I sit up. "Onlya beta? Lanie Marie Perez, you better not be talking down about yourself right now—"
She rolls her eyes. "You know that's not what I meant—"
