The Scent of Us: Part One (The Bond Dissolution Omegaverse, #1)

by Eliana Lee

Juno hadn’t had a 10 day in two years. Not since she woke from her first heat, disoriented and aching, with a bleeding collar of bondmarks. That was her first 1.

This was nothing like the coffee she smelled day in and day out on her cafe shifts. It was daybreak, greeting the morning sun as it peeked over the horizon. Rich with potential, promises and optimism. There was a bold undercurrent of macadamias, cosy and mellowed. A hug from a lover, a murmured good morning kissed into the neck and a mug slipped into the palm.

He was an alpha, her whole body knew he was an alpha. Juno ducked her head, surreptitiously looking over. Messy dark curls, a gorgeous smattering of freckles and a rounded pair of glasses she wanted to see fog up during heated kisses. Oh fuck.

“I think this has ruined me for normal galleries,” he chuckled. Juno was pretty sure he’d ruined a lot of things for her.

Why couldn’t an omega wear a gorgeous dress she looked poured into without attracting unwanted stares everywhere she went? Isaac felt the need to write a strongly worded letter, though he was unsure exactly to whom he would address it. Anyone with eyes, he supposed.

“Shit ok, put me on speaker and I don’t know, think about furniture polishing or something.” “Furniture polishing? Like rubbing shiny wet shit on wood back and forth? That’s the furthest away from sex you were able to get?”

She could hear that the alpha was busy praying — he was saying Jesus Christ over and over — so maybe religion was why he wasn’t giving her what she needed. Luckily the delightful beta seemed to have it sorted.

She fell asleep in the middle of the extended version of The Two Towers, and woke up in Everett’s bed where she had left the biggest drool patch imaginable on his pillow. Because apparently leaving her fluids on his things was just something she did now.

“Are you sure that as a beta I can…” “Give me lots of orgasms during my heat? Yeah, I’m pretty sure.” Then they conducted more research confirming her hypothesis.

Julian felt like he was 10 years old, sliding Juno a piece of paper where he had scrawled Do you like me: YES OR NO and received it back with the yes box ticked.

“Don’t change,” Everett told her automatically. “You look—” She picked up one of his T-shirts draped over the back of her chair. “—like your outfit could be improved,” he finished promptly.