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“The other thing?” Pierce asks with a slight frown.

“Our scent match,” I add quietly.

“Oh, right. Yeah, of course we can talk about that,” Pierce says.

Raewyn looks between us, twisting a tissue in her hands.

“Did you both feel it?”

“Yes,” I answer immediately.

Pierce nods. “We did.”

“And you knew what it was?”

“Pretty hard to mistake,” I say. “It’s strong.”

She looks down at her hands again.

“I've never had one before.” Her words are soft, and I almost don’t hear them.

“Neither have we,” Pierce tells her.

Her head snaps up, and she’s frowning. “Really?”

I don’t know why that’s surprising.

“Really,” I answer.

“But you're alphas.”

I raise a brow. “And?”

“I don't know. I just assumed…” She trails off, her cheeks turning a little pink.

“Assumed what?” I ask.

She pauses for a long moment, before finally saying, “That you've had a lot of omegas interested in you.”

Pierce chuckles.

“We've dated,” he explains with an easy shrug. “But we've never scent-matched with anyone.”

“Oh.” She thinks about that for a moment, and we hear Trinity clanking around in the kitchen. “Are you two in a pack together?”

“Yes,” Pierce says. “Have been for years.”

“Just the two of you?”

“Just us,” I confirm.

She looks between us again.

“Are you bonded?”

“No,” I say. “We're partners. We chose to be a pack a long time ago, but never felt the urge to bond.”

She nods slowly, but I can tell she's trying to figure something out.