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I’ll do what I do best. Be a ghost. And before anyone notices, I’ll disappear.
“You will never be a member of this pack. You’re welcome to stay as long as you stay out of our way. We’ll stay out of yours. Don’t go into the house or go looking for Orion. We’ll kick you straight back to the OCC the second you step out of line.”
A scent match. Destiny. Fate. My meant-to-be mates. Omegas have an extra fail-safe when it comes to finding our matches. We don’t need to be awakened to recognize their scents. To them, my scent is nothing. To me, theirs is everything I can never have.
Only a few things make me feel alive. Bikes. Stunts. Saunas. Killing. Clubbing. Fucking. And Lilah motherfucking Darling.
Their scents say we belong together. That’s why I can never let them taste mine.
“Re-read the girl’s records,” Hikaru insists. “She’s evasive. Jumpy. Always in a fight. Never attended events with alphas unless she was coerced. Lilah’s not going to trust your pack unless you earn it.”
She has dark circles under her big eyes and a hint of yellow bruising in her hair. It’s not a healthy look, and it makes an unwelcome rumble build deep in my chest. I should be protecting her.
“I’m used to being alone.” There’s a resignation in her voice that sends a wave of guilt crashing.
“Why did you stop visiting me?” He goes so rigid the only tell he isn’t a statue is the sharp glitter of hate in his dark eyes. “You can leave if that’s what you came to ask.” The dismissal stabs one of the few soft spots left inside me. I never meant anything to him.
“This will never be your pack. Don’t come in here pretending to be a victim, trying to seduce us in your T-shirts. Pretending to care about any of us.”
“We already have an omega. No one wants you.”
Just the way I have to bury my last dream of ever finding love.
Because he’s my mate. And he doesn’t want me. None of them want me.
“Not the time,” Atlas growls, a bass rumble in his chest. It’s the deep, warning sound that would have my inner omega running to hide under all the blankets if we weren’t so busy being gutted. “Get the fuck out.” “You heard him.” Jett’s cold, dark gaze hits like the abyss. “You don’t belong here.”
“Get. Out,” Atlas growls possessively, flashing teeth as he hugs Orion like I’m here to rip away his mate. It’ll never be me in their arms. Never. Be. Me.
I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired of never being enough. Never being chosen. Always being the one who’s thrown away. Even by my mates. My fated mates. Fate is fucking bullshit. I won’t chase anymore.
To my cabin in the woods, a new city, a new life. It doesn’t matter as long as I’m free. Another cramp wracks me so hard I bite my tongue. I taste blood. All I have to do is survive.
Now they all know just in time to see how hard we’ve fucked up our best chance at happiness.
The scent of fresh-torched crème brûlée rewrites my fucking DNA. It’s not just the scent. It’s the sight of her. Lilah. My mate. She pulls into herself, shaking and pained, and her soundless scream is the worst sound I’ve ever heard. Second worst is Orion’s panicked breathing as he crumbles.
