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I’ve just gotten my freedom, I’m not ready to give it up anytime soon. Maybe I’ll at least make some good friends who don’t mind giving me a knot and some orgasms when I need them.
The sound of tires crunching against rocks has me moving my hands and looking behind my car.
Someone pulled over. My back goes ramrod straight as I go on high alert.
The person in the car gets out, and I know I’m screwed. Totally fucked because I’m immediately perfuming at the sight of this complete stranger I just laid my eyes on.
But holy hell, he is so hot.
“Need help?” His deep voice has my pussy clenching, and I thank the gods I’m wearing scent-blocking panties and descenter right now, or I’d be attracting any alpha in a three-mile radius.
Biting my lower lip, my eyes slowly trail up his body, taking in the newcomer. He’s tall, about six feet, give or take an inch, and is covered head to toe in black. Black baggy jeans, a black hoodie, even his shaggy hair is black.
When my eyes meet his, I suck in a small gasp. He has the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. A bright contrast to the rest of him.
A slow smile takes over his pink, tempting lips. “Miss, are you alright?”
I clear my throat and return the smile. “Yes, help would be wonderful… if you don’t mind. Do you happen to know how to change a tire?”
“That I do.” He winks, walking past me to the front of my Beetle to get the spare tire.
I roughly swallow down a whimper as his pheromones hit me. He’s an alpha. I wouldn’t have guessed that based on his tall, lean frame and baby face, though.
While he’s getting the tire out, I turn away from him and take a few deep breaths. I need to get a hold of myself. So many new feelings are hitting me at once.
He’s not my scent match, that much I know, but it doesn’t mean I’m not affected by his smell. Like freshly baked oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. My mouth waters with the need to take a bite out of him.
Relax Willow, let’s not make the man think you're the serial killer. Speaking of…
“Are you a murderer?” I ask, cocking my head to the side as I watch him lift the tire up.
The question catches him off guard, making him jolt up quickly and hit his head on the trunk lid. “Fuck,” he hisses, and I get the sudden urge to go over to him and make him feel better. He rubs the back of his head as he places the tire against my car. “What? No. No, I’m not a murderer.”
“You sure?” I give him a teasing smile. “Isn’t that what a killer would say?”
His lip twitches, and he shakes his head. A chuckle leaves his chest that has me clenching my thighs together.
“Maybe you're right,” he replies, grabbing the carjack out next. While I don’t know how to change a tire, my car comes equipped with everything I need. And here I was going to take all that out to fit in more of my things from home. Glad I changed my mind on that one. “And my girlfriend, Aubrey, would agree.” At the mention of a girlfriend, I feel myself deflating. “Although my boyfriend, Ledger, would say it’s because she watches too many crime documentaries. She’s paranoid like that.”
Girlfriend and boyfriend. His pack, I’m going to guess. “Omegas do tend to get paranoid when obsessing over things sometimes,” I casually toss out, wondering if this Aubrey is an omega or if I have a chance.
Listen to me, a chance? God, am I that deprived of social interactions, that I am imagining myself being with an alpha I just met not even five minutes ago?
“She’s not an omega,” he says, crouching down next to my flat tire. “But she is a very strong-willed, stubborn beta.”
I’m a tad bit embarrassed that hearing she’s not an omega brings me joy. “I can relate. Sounds like me.”
“But you're not a beta.” He looks up at me, stealing my breath away with his heated stare. He licks his lips. “Now are you?”
I can’t speak, so I shake my head. He rubs his thumb along his bottom lip and goes back to working on my tire. A few minutes later, when he’s done, he packs everything away for me.
“Thanks. You saved my ass.” I grin. “I was so close to Calling Wood and my tire decided to give out.”
“Calling Wood?” He takes an interest. “Are you a student?”
“As of tomorrow, I will be.” I can’t help but keep the excitement out of my voice.
“Mmm,” he hums, taking a step closer, then freezes. My heart pounds in my chest as I look up at him with big eyes. He’s so close and smells so good. Maybe my parents were onto something with the whole keeping me away from alphas thing. This guy’s scent is like catnip to me. I wanna rub myself all over him.
