Page 9 of Indigo

An invisible tether pulls me toward her, connecting us so tightly I can’t breathe. I shake my head, trying to put spacebetween me and this feeling, but she’s painted in my brain, inked in my skin.

What the fuck is happening?

When I try to stand, I sway on my feet. Sucking in a breath, I try to think straight, but she’s a wave washing every rational thought.

“What is happening?” I snarl like a beast.

It’s not my best moment, but the words are not coming together like I want them to. There’s an ache inside me, an emptiness that begs to be filled by her.

Indigo gasps at my tone and steps back, as if she has no idea everything changed from the moment she smiled at us. I expect her to know what magical spell she put on me, but it’s Nash who replies.

“We just scent-matched.”

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Nash

“What?” Indigo screams, stumbling backward as if she could put distance and break the spell.

Nothing can break a scent-match. It’s a ticking time bomb growing inside the chest of every pack. We might have thought this was never going to happen, but I’d be lying if the possibility didn’t cross my mind when I arrived at the motel.

So much so, I’ve been begging the Alliance to use that fancy new scent-matching program for us, and it wasn’t just because I selfishly wanted to know if my Omega was here, but because I wanted to avoidthisfrom happening.

My heart breaks in a thousand pieces when Indigo steps away. Her perfume changes from so damn sweet sugary peach to something sour, and reality comes crashing through. I might have fulfilled my deepest desire, but my Omega never wanted this. Us.

Who can blame her? These girls are traumatized. They’ve been through a lot. The last thing they need is to scent-match, butbiology doesn’t ask when you’re mentally ready for something. It just drops over your lap.

“Indigo, it’s okay—” I try to calm her down, my hands up showing her I’m not a threat.

Yet the meaning gets lost when her gaze drops to my hardening cock straining the jeans. It’s a nightmare. Her mouth opens in a silent scream as she looks from me to Cassidy and finally to Hank. It doesn’t fucking help that she’s tiny and her head is way too close to the cock line of view.Jesus.Scent-matching is scrambling my brain.

“No, no—” She sounds horrified.

“Let’s just calm down…”

And I fuck the whole thing up. Calming down is the last thing on her mind, and she clearly doesn’t love my suggestion. I know exactly the moment I lose her, when she realizes that nothing is keeping her here. My heart jumps to my throat, and she flees through the door.

“Fuck.” Hank puts my feelings so eloquently into words.

My hands shake as I rub my chin, eyes glued on the door, reliving the moment she left us. It hurts like a motherfucker. I take a big breath and lean against the desk, trying to regain any sense of self.

“What are we doing here?” Cassidy explodes, “Let’s get her back here!”

He steps forward as if he’s really going to race after Indigo, but I grab his arm and yank him back.

“She’s scared. Let her breathe.”

Her absence feels like a knife digging into my chest as if it wants to remove my heart so it can follow her, but I have a little smarts left on me, and I know better. She was trembling like a leaf when she left, scared and confused, and it doesn’t matter how much I want to take her in my arms. She doesn’t want that.

“Are you sure this is scent-matching?”

Hank’s question takes me away from the pain, and I breathe deeply before I can answer. Her sweet scent is like a hand pumping my cock, and her big frightened eyes are the only thing I can see. There’s no way to deny this.

“Have you ever felt like this with anyone?” I arch my brow at him.

Hank closes his eyes in defeat and shakes his head. Of course he didn’t. There’s nothing stronger than the pull I feel, urging me on my feet to follow wherever she goes. My skin prickles and burns, begging me for action. She’s so damn pretty, and I thought so even before the scent-match.

There's a hint of purple in her eyes, and I bet that’s how she got her name. Her lips are full, perfectly bow-shaped. Her cheeks are high and rosy. She’s short even for a woman. I wouldn’t say more than five feet tall. Her rich brown hair hits right at her shoulders with a slight wave, shining gold when the sun hits.