This little Omega was our scent match. Our client. The woman we were going to pretend to be in love with for three weeks. A woman who made it clear she wanted absolutely nothing to do with sex—or us—outside of the arrangement. Who had no idea what was happening to us, because for Omegas, scent matches only manifested during heat. She had no idea that she walked up to the five of us and turned our entire lives upside down with a single breath. And fuck me, all I wanted to do was drop to my knees between her legs and be a throne for her to sit on like a queen.
