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Do not lunge at the omega. Do not scare the omega. Do not rut the omega into the doors.
“Lemongrass? No way, peaches. I’ll have you know my scent is citrus. Masculine citrus. Nothing frou-frou like lemongrass.”
Who the hell does this sweet little snack think she’s fooling? I know a perfect omega when I smell one.
Light pink fills her face, her scent edging away from burned sugar. An intense burst of fresh peach swirls into the cart while she perfumes. Holy shit it is good. It. Is. Good. Oh God.
But… what if there is a reason she smells like that? A reason her scent feels ten times more concentrated than anyone else’s. A reason why watching her back her car out and drive away feels like yanking the sun out of the sky and shattering it on the pavement. Oh my fuck. Did I just find our omega?
Declan Howard’s head snaps up. He whips his helmet off and turns, ice-blue eyes flying across the indoor field to find me peering in at him. Our gazes collide. His entire face contorts. Rage, disgust, and refusal ingrain themselves into every line of his angelic features. Rejection. That’s what his face is doing. Rejecting me and my presence here. I see it. I feel it.
“Good to know,” he says, feigning solemnity. “I was worried. The rainbows or the cats alone would have been one thing, but both together? Concerning.”
“You’re a doctor—do we put him in rice like a malfunctioning iPhone or just hit his reset button?”
Declan and Theo just left for practice, bickering over which car to drive since Theo’s is currently dubbed “The Splash Zone” and Declan hates taking his Bugatti out on the brick roads.
If jerking off his packmate isn’t teamwork, I don’t know what is.
It’s heady, knowing I can offer this queen my crown, and she’ll just put it back on my head.
once you’ve finished your breakfast, Daddy will take you to work with him.”
I’d say we attacked each other. “You have to believe me,” he continues, rasping. “I didn’t mean to do this. I never wanted to do this.” His words hit me harder than his body did. They’re sharp little daggers, flicked right into my diaphragm. Each one dribbles cold poison down into my abdomen. He never wanted to knot me. Didn’t intend to ever lower himself to this level.
“Do you understand now?” I rasp. “I’m the problem here. I can’t love you because I can’t love anyone. I won’t trust you because I can’t even trust myself. I’m a broken, fucked-up mess. The only thing I can do for you is win some stupid football games and leave you the hell alone.”
I keep hearing Meg’s voice in my head. Telling me I’m smart. Telling me I’m sweet and fun and kick-ass and strong. Telling me how proud she is. Reminding me what I’m worth. Every damn day.
“I want to love you, too,” she murmurs. “I wish you would let me try.”
Theo is color. Bursting brightness. Invigorating joy. An innocent kind of wonder that reminds me of a child’s enthusiasm. He’s energizing. Sparks of life and light flow into my soul—a swirling, chaotic buzz that leaves his tether in its wake.
He’s so good. The purest, happiest spirit. Boundless optimism. Confidence without one smidgen of arrogance. Utter contentment.
way to my mouth. “I wanted you to know that it’s not just me choosing you,” I whisper, tracing my fingers along his cheek and nodding over my shoulder. “It’s all of us, Declan. We all belong together.”
