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Be rebellious.
Dad assigned me as a Rej 1.
I’m defective because I have an enhanced sense of smell. It’s what makes me an exceptional baker but also, why I’m slowly dying.
Vito hates to talk about that.
It’s okay. I do too.
I prefer to focus on the positives like how much I love this part of the day. It’s when our luxury bakery, the Dough Knot, has closed.
It’s when we get some time alone.
I take a deep breath of the warm, comforting scent of this back room kitchen, enjoying the familiar sweet scent of vanilla, cinnamon, and baked bread. It’s muted though because as well as wearing a pheromone blocker to hide my own scent, I have an expensive medical patch that mutes aromas plastered to my scent gland.
The effectiveness of the patch is wearing off though. My temples are beginning to throb. My mouth is dry, and my guts are roiling.
My condition is called Omega Hyperosmia Syndrome, or OHS.
All Omegas have a heightened sensitivity to smell and a strong reaction to pheromones. In many ways, it’s our superpower.
Omega instincts are powerful. I love mine.
When it’s extreme, however, it can be devastating.
An Alpha is angry? An Omega is distressed? There’s a crowd?
With OHS, strong pheromones are overwhelming.
They can knock me unconscious.
It’s so severe now that normal strong smells like cleaning chemicals and perfume can floor me.
The only way to stabilize it is to bond with a pack. Ultimately, if I don’t, then my nervous system will become so overwhelmed that I’ll die.
But I’m not ready to give up my independence.
Not yet.
After what Vito and I have been through, I know the value of freedom.
This is why Angel recommended the app to me.
It’s essential.
My last hope.
If a dominant enough Alpha with a good enough scent match can help me through my heats, then maybe I can survive a little longer.
I grit my teeth, as my knees begin to buckle with tiredness. “Let’s get back to work, huh?”
I’ve been up since before dawn baking. Yet no one knows that.
