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The pack alpha stalks into the room, chest heaving slightly. “I’m late,” he says, scowling at me. “I meant to be here an hour ago.”
I blink at him, processing. By the time I realize that was a Smith Apology, he’s dropped his briefcase against the box’s low front wall and folded himself into the seat beside mine.
Shock slackens my features while he settles in, bending forward to rest his elbows on his knees and narrow his dark eyes at the play unfolding below us.
He’s here. With me. But he smells… like another omega?
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. When Smith senses me stiffen, he turns and runs his eyes over my posture, lingering on my Timberwolf-teal dress and Damon’s borrowed team jacket.
“Where were you?” I ask, whispering.
He meets my eyes, his softening. “Just in a meeting, little petal. It ran longer than I expected.”
I open my mouth to ask him if there was another omega there, but he stuns me into silence by bridging the distance between us, bending close enough to rub his cheek against mine in a deliberate scent-marking gesture.
“I missed you,” he says. “How was your day?”
Resembling a fish choking on air, I blub multiple times before finally swallowing hard.
This might be your only chance. Remember your graces, my anxiety hisses. Show him you’re worth talking to.
“It was good,” I say, sitting up straighter. “I ordered groceries and prepped some meals for the guys to take on the road next week. Damon asked for more muffins, and Cassian wanted a thermos of soup since they’re heading into colder weather. The pool crew started repaving. They asked if we wanted a waterfall feature, but I’m leaning more toward a fountain, if that’s all right?—”
Smith’s hand finds mine. Warmer and larger than I expect it to be. He squeezes and sends me a pulse of steadying energy. “A fountain is great. Whatever you want is fine. But how are you, Remi?”
Flabbergasted.
A small smile touches my lips as he continues to stare at me intently, waiting for a real answer. “I’m okay,” I reply. “Worried about Cassian, a little bit. He was edgy today.”
Smith’s brow furrows. “Hm. He does have moods, but I’m guessing this was beyond that?”
I nod, still stunned that he’s listening to me. Talking to me. We’re… like a team.
“I’m not sure what could be making him so anxious,” I continue, chewing the corner of my lip. “I—We spent time together this morning. He had practice with Damon. I made them both an early dinner. So, I’m just not sure…”
Smith’s mouth actually quirks slightly at my innuendo. “Sounds like he’s a spoiled bastard.” His focus flickers to the place where my teeth are nipping my skin, and his voice grows warmer. “I’ll speak to him and take care of it, all right? I don’t want you to worry.”
He flexes his dominance, but not in a way that’s aimed at me. Instead of a bulldozer, it’s more like… a weighted blanket. Soothing my nerves. “I’ll take care of everything,” he assures again, looking right into my eyes. “You just relax for me.”
He’s saying everything I’ve wished he would say for weeks. But why now? Is this guilt? Does it have something to do with that other scent on him?
I guess that isn’t fair. It isn’t on him. More like near him.
You’re being crazy, I tell my Omega. He probably just rode an elevator with someone, and you’re going all Fatal Attraction over it.
Don’t be a dumb bitch, she argues back. Look at him. Do you feel this alpha energy? What omega wouldn’t want to juice themselves on that knot?
Good Lord. Juice?
She may be borderline feral for these alphas, but my Omega has a point. I do feel the BKE, as Meg calls it. And I’m trying to ignore the way it makes my core clench.
Too late. Once I think about it for half a second, perfume spins off of me while slick wets my panties.
Smith’s chest rumbles, but the sound is less of a growl and more… almost…
Is he purring?
Or trying to?
