Page 7 of Their Knotty Pack
"It's you," he says so quietly, it's almost a whisper.
Well. I guess that answers that question.
Chapter 2
Miles
The woman in front of me…the gorgeous, nymph-like creature I haven't been able to stop thinking about since I saw her haunted blue eyes six months ago stares at me from five feet away, her expression filled with pain and something else I can't quite place.
"It's you." I don't even realize I've said the words out loud until the beta woman standing next to my beautiful obsession shoots her a questioning glance.
When the other omega simply stares at me, the beta glances between us, her brows furrowed. "Miles, I'm Lanie, and this is Bethany. We'll be helping you with the scent selection process today."
Bethany.
That name. Shit.
Tucker's words echo in my ears."Is that like one of those phone games Bethany is always playing?"
Not his sister. She can't be.
No…she…
It hits me.
The haunted look.
The way she fled the restaurant.
How she looks at me now like she doesn't know if she wants to help me or throttle me.
She was their omega.
And I…I shake my head.
"Bethany." Her name feels so good on my lips, and the moment the sound leaves me, she snaps back to the present, her eyes locking on me with intensity.
"Miles," she says tightly, and I hate it. That's not how my name should sound coming out of her mouth. "It's nice to meet you. If you follow us—"
"Don't do that." My words are sharper than I intend, and at her slight flinch I soften my tone. "They were your pack, weren't they? I swear, I had no idea they had an omega already."
Lanie's eyes widen and she looks at Bethany with shock. "Is this…?"
Bethany's mouth thins into a tight line, glancing towards the receptionist who just now seems to be taking notice of us. "We're doing this now?"
I take a step forward, and then another, but she doesn't retreat. I'm not usually so forward with romantic interests, but something about Bethany makes me want to throw caution to the wind. "I saw you, and ever since, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. It doesn't make any sense. It's flawed thinking, wondering if another omega would be the answer to all my problems, but I've been desperate to see you again." Her lips tilt up at my confession, despite the hesitancy in her eyes. Is it possible she's felt the same way about me? "So much so," I continue, "that I may as well get 'desperate and flawed' tattooed—"
"On your forehead?" she quips, seemingly without thinking as a slight smile finally graces her expression.
My heart skips a beat and I take one last step forward. This fucking woman. "You know, I had the exact same thought—"
Then her scent hits me like a damn semi-truck.
Raspberry and hibiscus.
Mine. Mine.Mine.
The scent of it sweetens as her eyes widen and her nostrils flare, and I know she catches my blueberry and dark chocolate signature as well.
