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“You’ll find that in our pack, we don’t mind a little snark as long as it isn’t meant maliciously.” Crew explained, looking ready to pull her from my arms. And that didn’t quite sit well with me.
Ah, hell. Now I was growing possessive of the little imp.
“You never need to apologize for being yourself,” Crew went on. “We’re not a pack that would ever control an omega with violence.”
“But some packs would.” Hazel’s voice was low and somber.
Crew sighed. “Yes, some would.”
“Calla told me… she said my parents left some shares to me. She also said that packs might be interested in me because of that,” she added, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Also true,” Crew admitted. “But none of us are going to let that happen. We’re not going to let anyone hurt you again.”
“Because I’m your little sister’s best friend,” she whispered, “and you feel responsible.”
Kellan stiffened. “No. That’s not it at all.” Crew was already sucking in a breath, gearing up to shut that shit down.
“It’s okay,” Hazel insisted. “I mean, I get it. I’m just sorry that I’m complicating your lives.”
I lifted a hand to cradle her jaw, turning her head to face me. “That isn’t it at all.”
Her eyes widened. “It isn’t?”
I inhaled through my nose, letting her scent wrap around me and allowing myself to feel what Kellan had been insisting since last night.
I hated it when he was right. He was a smug fucker, and definitely wouldn’t let me live this down anytime soon.
“You’re our scent match,” I told her, feeling the truth of the words crash inside me like a tsunami.
26
Hazel
Scent match.
I had a vague idea of what that entailed. Before I’d been removed from all forms of civilization, I’d loved reading romance novels. Calla and I even had our own book club with another friend, Everly, in high school. The smuttier the better, in my opinion. Even though I was a beta, I’d loved reading all about omegas who found their perfect packs.
Well, I’d thought I was a beta.
Still, I knew enough about omegas and packs to know that scent matches were pretty rare. Not entirely uncommon, but more packs were formed by choice than by olfactory driven fate.
Surrounded by Crew, Kellan, and Rhett, I sorta understood what they meant about being scent matches. Each of their scents called to me on an individual level, but when they were all together? It was like the most potent aphrodisiac my brain could handle.
Each of their scents complemented one another, and even though betas tended to have a much more neutral scent, I loved the whiffs of lavender and cotton that clung to Rhett courtesy of Jude.
I glanced at each man, wondering if it would be weird if I asked for their shirts. I still had Kellan’s from last night, but I craved something fresh and warm.
Speaking of warm…
Heat spread across my cheeks and down my throat, the aromas of peppermint, leather, and wood smoke making me lightheaded.
Behind me, Rhett stiffened and inhaled sharply. “Damn.”
I smelled like a freaking bakery as another heat spike washed through me. I balled my hands into tight fists, trying to breathe through my mouth as I screwed my eyes shut.
Kellan made a choked sound and all but fell off the bed. “Rhett?—”
“I’m fine,” Rhett replied in an even tone.
