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Need a safe nest? Then swipe right, and let’s see if this app scent matches us for fun meet-ups and our heat and rut needs…
“Does Seven pass the brother test?” I ask.
Vito snorts. “It’s suspiciously like a profile that I’d write, if I was trying to hook up with elite Omegas. I’ll give him points on the rock music but I’m taking one back for the indie and not alternative. He gets a point for cats and cooking, while losing them for golfing and his fucking awful sense of humor.”
I scowl. “He’s got a good sense of humor. Over protective older brother alert.”
“Perhaps, but he still scored zero.” Vito casts me a wary glance. “Be careful of this Seven, Dy. You don’t even know what he looks like. You may have been talking to him for weeks, but he’s still a stranger. He could be an Alphahole from a Traditional pack or an unhinged psycho like any of the Snakes. We’ve worked too hard for you to escape a pit of vipers only to fall into a den of wolves.”
I scrunch up my nose. “I’m not bonding with Seven. This is fake dating like he says for fun meet-ups to help with our heat and rut needs. It’s only for convenience. Angel from the Pack Bonds foundation told me about this app because I need an Alpha to help me through my heats, but I don’t want an actual bond. I won’t let an Alpha own me. Never again.”
Vito drops the phone with a clatter onto the side, looking distraught.
He catches me by the shoulders and nuzzles against my neck; his familiar vanilla espresso scent washes over me. “I didn’t mean that you shouldn’t bond with him, Dy. That’s your choice. Just get to know more about him than his scent for me, okay? You’re kind, sweet, and see the best in people. Swear that you’ll kick his ass, you know? Just for me? A little bit? Think of how much I annoy you when I play Nirvana at 1 a.m., tickle you, or that time as kids that I accidentally deleted your Alphacraft computer world, which you spent almost a year designing.”
I knew it.
Sneaky asshole.
I gasp. “That was you? You’re admitting that now, viper?”
Viper, my nickname for my brother since we were kids.
“Shit, haven’t I already?” Vito hides his face more firmly against my neck. “Forget that last bit.”
I know why Vito thinks that me finding a pack bond is so important.
A real pack could protect me from Dad.
I wouldn’t belong to the Snakes anymore.
But Vito would. I can’t leave him behind.
I don’t say that.
Instead, I wipe the flour off my hands down my pink BADASS BAKER apron.
Vito bought the apron for me four years ago, on the day that we opened this bakery together, when I was seventeen and he was twenty.
Vito’s the best brother in the world because there was never any question that I’d be baking right alongside him, even though I’m his Omega Reject sister.
He stiffens like he’s expecting me to start trying out my ass kicking skills (and I do feel like it, remembering the awesome imaginary world that I designed on Alphacraft).
Instead, I pull him into a hug, nuzzling against his neck in turn.
Finally, I allow myself to purr.
When I’m embraced like this by my brother, it’s almost enough to forget the weight of the steel bracelet at my wrist that marks me out as a Reject Omega.
Almost enough to forget the twisted R, which hangs like an ugly charm from it, holding technology inside that will alert the government if I try to remove it.
Almost enough to forget the blush of shame.
There are two reasons to be marked as a Rej.
Be defective
