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"I love you," I tell him on a breath between kisses. We've never said the words before, not since Miles jokingly asked if it was too soon to say it. We've skirted around the "L" word like it might bite us, and I know it's fast, but I also know what I feel for Miles. What I've felt since the moment he asked me to move in with him.
Love barely even covers it.
He draws back, his eyes soft as they look at me with pure adoration. "I love you too." Then, breathing heavily, his expression turns anxious. "This is a weird moment to say that for the first time. You're not mad?"
My brows shoot up. "What? Why would I be mad? You just handed Pack Hansen's asses to them on a silver platter." I almost laugh at the memory of their faces when the words, "long, hard, prickly cactus" left his mouth.
"You should have been able to do that without me running my mouth," he looks remorseful as he presses a kiss to my temple, "you're the one they fucked over. I don't know why I got so intense about it."
"Because…" I draw the word out, looking up into his eyes with a little smirk, "you love me?"
"More than I can even comprehend," he sighs as he captures my lips again, and just like that, I'm not as worried about my heat asI was twenty minutes ago. As long as I have Miles by my side, I know everything will be okay.
Chapter 13
Damien
I've just neatly lined my shoes next to the front door of the rental house Brody, Hunter, Kieran and I all share when my phone rings. I frown, pulling it out of my pocket. Nobody calls me, it's all texting now. Except…
My face breaks out into a smile as I recognize the phone number for Sweet Heat—one of the heat clinics we registered with—but when I answer the phone, I make sure my voice is nonchalant and a little blasé. "This is Damien."
"Mr. Silva! Hello, this is Pearl down at 'Sweet Heat', do you have a few moments?"
I will my voice to not sound like my heart is racing a million miles an hour when I respond. "Yes, I do. Is this something I'll need my whole pack for?"
There's a beat of silence on the end of the line before she answers. "Yes, that might be for the best. The circumstances of this call are…a little unusual."
Unusual? I try not to let my heart fall into my stomach as I nod. "I understand. Allow me to gather the rest of my pack." Placing her on mute, I let my voice ring out through the single story home. "Kieran! Brody! We got a call!" Only Kieran comes into theliving room though, his brow furrowed. "Where's Brody?" I ask impatiently as I take a seat on the couch.
"Probably still at work, it's only four." Fuck, right.
I unmute the phone and put Pearl on speaker. "It's just one other member of my pack here, the other alpha is still at work."
"That's no trouble dear," Pearl tuts over the line, and I hear some clacking keys in the background. "There are just some…unusual circumstances regarding the nature of this call."
"Is this not a call to let us know someone picked us for their heat?" Kieran asks in a much more polite voice than I'm used to hearing from him.
"It is…but, well, there's no easy way to say this…" she trails off and I itch to snap at her. To tell her to put me out of my misery and just tell me what the hell is going on, but I take a deep breath.
"Whatever it is, we can handle it."
"You're being called to tend to a heat…but the omega who chose your scent card, well, she's part of a scent-matched omega pair and she's determined to ride out the heat without any alphas. Her mate will be her advocate, so if at any point he determines that she's in danger if she's not tended to properly, we'll call you in."
A…a scent-matched omega pair? I've never heard of that before. I didn't even think it was possible. Kieran speaks up before I can question whether this lady is on actual crazy pills. "So…what? We're on call like we have a shift at a hospital or something?"
I almost want to shake Kieran for being so brutish about the whole thing, but then Pearl answers with something like relief in her voice at the fact we understand. "Yes that's exactly it. Also, the male omega of the pair will be there the entire time, and he will be intimate with her. It has been made very clear by the female omega that nobody is to touch her mate. You can speak to him, obviously, but she may have threatened bodily harm to anyone who touches her mate without his consent. And he is very focused on putting herfirst. He will continue to be her advocate even after you're called, so he will essentially be 'running the show', as it were."
"As he should be." Kieran nods. I don't know what to think of this whole mess. Two omegas, and scent-matched to boot? If they're already matched, they won't want a pack. But, I suppose this would be a good opportunity to get our dicks—err, I mean toes, wet.
I swing all ways, so while it does seem like mild torture to have a rare male omega dangled in front of me that I can't touch, I'm not looking to turn down the first opportunity we're presented with. Perhaps this can be a sort of…trial run.
"Is this something you'd be interested in?" Pearl asks hesitantly, like she's afraid of the answer. I shoot Kieran a questioning look and he just shrugs.
"Yes, we can commit to that. When is she expected to go into heat?"
"Any day now, really. According to her bloodwork, she has maybe one week maximum."
"Alright," Kieran says with finality, "we'll make sure our employers know the situation."
