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"Yeah, um, Pack Douche Canoe showed up at Lanie's place, but Titus got her set up with security." I purposely leave out that they were looking for me, knowing he'll infer it anyway. Dealing with growly alphas who are only possessive of me because of a scent match isnotsomething I want to deal with right now.
"So, are we going to just stand in the parking lot all day?" Damien asks nonchalantly, "Or are we going to figure out where to go from here?"
"Well…" Miles shoots me a tentative look. "We talked, and since we don't want either Bethany or Kieran to develop any sort of bond sickness, we thought it might be good for us to stay together in the meantime."
"We have a four bedroom house we're renting," Hunter says quickly. "We can double up so the two of you can each have your own room."
Something in me cracks. He just offered to give up his own personal space so both Miles and I can have our own rooms? After this whole bonding thing was just…thrown on him?
"We share a nest," I tell him quickly, "so we only need one room."
"And," Miles jumps in, "I inherited a farmhouse on the edge of town a few years ago, it's where Bethany and I live now. With plenty of room for everyone. If you guys are interested."
The other guys exchange a look. This is the part that Miles fought me on. I don't see why we needallof the pack members to live with us while the bond settles. Then he helpfully pointed out that if we'rereallygiving them a chance, that would require all of them to be present.
Damn his perfectly acceptable logic.
They agree, and with that, we all head to our respective cars. Kieran, Hunter, Damien, and Brody need to go home first to pack some things, and I need to get home to check on my plants.
Chapter 20
Hunter
My fingers tighten on the steering wheel, my grip white-knuckled as I drive home. How the hell did we get into this mess? The guys go to blow off some steam at a heat clinic, and we come away with a bonded omega? How the hell does that even happen?
Four words: true fucking scent match.
Why did we have to meet them at a heat clinic of all places?
Why couldn't we have come across them naturally, like at the supermarket or a book store? Just the memory of their scents—raspberry, blueberry, dark chocolate and something flowery—makes my mouth water.
My cock had actually slightly stiffened. No arousal—since I don't even know them, but just the fact I got a semi speaks too clearly on what exactly this scent match means. Biologically speaking. They were both beautiful, of course. The female, Bethany, looked like she had just rolled out of bed, her cheeks still slightly flushed and her hair thrown into a messy bun. Miles, the rare male omega, looked at her with such love and devotion in his eyes, it made my chest ache.
Her eyes…though blue, were paler than his hair, immediately making me think of these Spanish Bluebells Eomma used to be obsessed with.
Their beauty is dangerous.
Sooner or later, we're going to be powerless to resist it.
I like things predictable. I need to be in control. This situation rips both those necessities to absolute shreds.
By the time I pull into our driveway, I still don't know what to make of everything. All I can think about is how we suddenly have two omegas we need to get to know. The guys have had five days to come to grips with this fact, and they didn't even text me to give me a heads up. Not a single "Oh something bad happened", or "we accidentally bonded an omega that's already bonded to another omega" to be seen.
Five days. Five days of knowing my pack was locked in a room somewhere, fucking a random omega through their heat, and I was…alone. Luckily I had my work to bury myself in. We'rethisclose to nailing that damn omega trafficking ring.
Then the heat clinic called, informing me on an incident but wouldn't tell me what happened.
So, naturally, I assumed the worst. Five days of stewing my own worry and self-pity.
Iknowit's my own fault I wasn't there. How could I have seen any of this coming though?
Kieran knocks on my window, giving me a questioning look.
I sigh, getting out of the car, and as he looks me up and down, a smug-ass grin takes over his features.
Helikesthat I'm feeling out of control.
Well, he's about to find out what happens when an alpha who needs to be holding reigns gets them ripped away.
