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The blue blanket falls into my lap.
I could have died. I could have died. I could have…
All of a sudden, slim arms are encircling me. A deep rumbling purr cocoons me. I can feel the vibrations through my chest.
Ghost is nuzzling at my neck in comfort.
He’s practically in my lap.
Thomas’ tie is still tightly wrapped around his hand and knotted to stop it falling off.
His kindness to comfort me like this, when I’m the new bonded Omega in his pack, makes my heart swell.
I’ve never had another Omega give me this type of contact. Omegas should live together, helping each other with nests, nuzzling and cuddling in what are jokingly called Omega piles.
My breathing instantly steadies.
I melt into his hold. It feels incredible, especially when he starts licking across my bite mark in an exploratory way that bursts pleasure through me in electric sparks.
But then, I’m hit by the scent: sweet, white chocolate truffles.
It makes my mouth water.
My eyes widen in shock.
He’s my scent mate.
My Omega soul mate!
Suddenly, I want to hold him as tightly as he’s holding me. I never believed in fate, but after everything that’s happened in the last few days, I’m a convert.
Ghost stiffens at the same time, sniffing at my neck in a way that’s flattering, especially as I can feel how hard he is in his tight jeans.
If he’s unbonded, while nobody has been allowed with him during heats, then is he a virgin?
Reluctantly, Ghost pulls back. He looks confused.
When he tilts his head, his white-blond hair falls over his eyes. He gestures between us in question, looking agonizingly hopeful.
Ghost’s emotions are easy to read. He’s the opposite to Thomas, who’s learned to lock them down hard beneath a cold mask.
Ghost, on the other hand, is so expressive that he communicates better than anyone I know.
It hits me hard.
Words are only one method of communication and can be twisted into lies, weapons, and manipulations.
“We’re scent matches.” I smile, bursting with joy. “Fuck, we’re soul mates.”
Ghost’s beautiful face breaks into an easy grin as well.
He dramatically sniffs my neck, before chirping in delight. Then he gives me a smirk, which is more devilish than saintly, before holding his hand over his heart romantically.
I blush.
Sugar bumps her head against Ghost’s knee, as if determined to be part of the moment. Ghost strokes her, and she arches her back into his touch.
These two are clearly best friends.
