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To the ones who wish on eyelashes, dandelions, and stars. The universe hears you.
Little do they know; logic and duty aren’t the reason I won’t ever find my match. They’re the reason I already lost her.
Okay. Well. That’s… fucking adorable. Am I just supposed to go on with my life? Like knowing there’s a squirrel named Nigel wandering our grounds hasn’t made my entire year?
She has no jewelry. And, goddamn it, that’s wrong. She should be dripping in diamonds and aquamarines. My omega should always— Whoa. WHOA. Wait. What?
I suck in a deep breath, inhaling absolute heaven. And it smells like shortbread.
She inhales sharply as our palms meet. I understand why when an answering snap of electricity thunders through my veins. Crackling up my arm, right down to the quiet corner where my heart sits. Covered in ivy.
Dark, shining beams connect with my gaze. The voice inside me rises, higher and more frantic. I’m here, I’m here, I’m right here. And, this time, Dair answers her. “Hey,” he murmurs, low and urgent. “Hey, I see you. It’s okay. Stay with me, all right? Stay with me, baby.”
Her crystalline gaze drops to the tattoo branded there, the image I got to remind me of her. A perfect anatomical rendering of my heart, wrapped in delicate vines of ivy. Our omega gasps. Her burned scent starts to brighten. “A-ash…” I purr without effort, bending to rub my forehead against hers. “If you’re the same girl I knew,” I murmur, “then you are the one I’ve loved and missed every damn day since I made the mistake of letting you go. And that makes you my queen.”
“You are perfect. Gorgeous and so fucking sweet. I’ll always get you off, no matter how much it tortures me. You can have it anytime you want, and I’ll fucking crawl for the privilege of being the one to take care of you.”
Our omega better be careful, or she’ll end up wearing tattooed hand necklaces every night.