“Scent cards?” “Yes.” Eli, who was still standing, sunk into an empty seat with an agonized expression. “Omegas are presented with binders of scent cards for the various Alpha packs registered with the OMA and awaiting an Omega. You’d have gotten a chance to go through all the scents and pick out the ones that called to you. We have scent profiles on file and have been waiting to be chosen by a compatible Omega.” “Not just any Omega. You,” Jamison added, staring so intently it was like he wanted to brand that sentiment into my heart so I understood his devotion. “You were waiting for… me?”
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