Page 43 of Crash Course Omega
I need to do something. I have to help my omega. She’s needy, and horny, and I’m her scent match. It’s only right I give her what she wants. I hurt her earlier, but I can heal her now.
With her visor down, I can’t see her, but she has to feel the same.
There’s no way she can’t.
I’ve already made my decision, and another growl builds up in me. I’m ready to drag her off to my office when she snaps up her visor and meets me with a glare.
“Everest!” she shouts. “Let go!”
I gasp as I’m wrenched out of it.
The moment the spell releases, I jump back, the front and back jacks drop the car, and she shoots off, her tires screeching as she soars out of the pit lane.
“What the fuck was that?” Jacob’s voice beats in my ear, but I can’t answer.
I’m filled up with perfume. Wheezing, my heart thundering, shock squeezes my chest as my hands shake.
“Time?” I ask the crew roughly.
There’s an awkward pause, but I already know it won’t be good.
“Eight seconds, Everest,” someone says softly.
My heart plunges as the tail end of her pink car vanishes around the corner.
“What was going on?” the other side jack asks. Everyone on the team waits, looking at me, but I can’t give them an answer.
Eight seconds is the worst we'd done in years. Even when we fumble a tire, it hasn’t been that bad.
“She was perfuming though, wasn’t she?” another alpha asks.
“Yeah, I always heard her perfume was intense, but I almost lost it there. It's been a while since I've been around an omega perfuming like that.”
“Maybe the cars just really do it for her?”
“Or Jaxx is playing his games again.”
There’s a chuckle between some of them, but they’re just trying to clear the awkwardness as I stare at the tarmac, unable to move because her scent coats me.
If we ever did eight seconds in a real race, we were done for. Maddock or Jaxx would lose the entire thing, and it would be my fault.
“But omegas are meant to take scent blockers when they race.”
“Didn’t you hear? She’s allergic to blockers. That’s why she’s always trending with some new scandal or whatever.”
“People can be allergic to blockers?”
Their conversation fades into the background as panic takes hold of me.
We are some of the best in the business. If the other teams find out we pulled a change like that, I don’t know how we’d live it down.
If it's going to be like that every time she comes through, maybe I’m not fit to be the Chief Mechanic. Maybe I should just quit.
There’s no way I could lead a team properly when I lose myself in that way.
I either have to distance myself from her or find a way to neutralize her perfume. I have already taken a risk by allowing her to sit with me in the mornings. What other mistakes might I make if we carry on?
What if I cost Maddock or Jaxx the championship because my alpha senses have taken over? What if I make a mistake that ends in something worse than a crash?
