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I expect Sorrel to shrink back, to duck her chin under his dominance, but instead she leans forward, eyes just as bright and hard as his. “Likewise, asshole.”
Surprise rockets through me, though I don’t know why. Hadn’t I just thought Sorrel is a mama bear when protecting the people she cares about? Of course, she won’t back down from Swift if it means keeping me safe, even if he is a psycho.
Swift pauses for a moment, then he laughs. Fucking snort laughs, shaking his head as Sorrel’s expression cracks and she grins back at him. “I like you, Sorrel.” He nods in approval. “I like you a lot.”
Sorrel just arches a brow and shakes her head. “I don’t really need your approval, but thanks?”
“Okay,” Maddox says, clapping his hands down on Swift’s shoulders and dragging him off of me. “Let’s give the girls time to catch up in peace.”
“Nooooo!” Swift cries, struggling to get back to me. “I need more cuddles. I want to participate in some girl talk.”
“Maybe after they’ve had a chance to catch up,” Logan says, helping Maddox to wrangle my whining alpha out the door.
“But don’t you want to know what Cherrybomb says about us?”
That makes the other two pause, glancing back to where Sorrel and I are still sitting on the couch.
“Out!” I command, pointing one imperious finger. “I’ll let you know when we’re done, and it’s safe to come back.”
“Let us know if you need anything, mo chuisle,” Logan says, manhandling both Maddox and Swift out the door. My doctor alpha might be the quietest and the gentlest, but that doesn’t mean he’s not still an alpha. In fact, watching him push both Maddox and Swift out the door is… hot. Really fucking hot.
The door clicks shut. Sorrel shifts back into the sofa, folding her arms over her chest. I turn my head toward her, fingers fidgeting with the tassels on the soft cream-colored blanket.
I wait for her to say something.
She waits for me to say something.
Sorrel has infinitely more patience than I do. I run my tongue over my teeth and then say quietly, “So… I’m an omega. And the Falcones are my scent match pack.”
Sorrel lunges, tackling me to the couch and wrapping her arms around me as she squeals. We shift until we’re laying side by side, facing each other, hands clasped between our chests. Her lavender scent is like a shot of serotonin and melatonin, all wrapped up in one beautiful girl. And I’m fully relaxed for the first time in ages. The only thing that would make this better is if Sylvie was here too.
“How did it happen?”
I shake my head. “I don’t even know.” But I know she won’t let me get away with a nonanswer, so I tell her everything we know so far. Starting with me meeting Swift at Bonheur, then Ethan and Luca at The Market. I tell her about the best sex of my life and how during the course of it, I apparently presented as an omega and Luca knotted and bit me. My fingers press into the scar as I relay the story of coming here, realizing we’re scent matched, but still not being able to one hundred percent accept it.
I tell her about my mother and how she sold me to Dr. Schwab, allowed him to do tests on me. Inject me with countless drugs. I tell her about Claudia and how she’s also a scent match for my pack. “As near as I can tell,” I say softly, breathing in her scent and letting it help me through the toughest part of my story. “I think whatever he did to me turned me from a beta into an omega. I think… I think Clauda is their true scent match.”
Sorrel frowns, pushing strands of my light brown hair over my shoulder, off my face. “Why do you think that?”
I sigh and slip my eyes closed. “If you saw her, you’d understand. She looks exactly like an omega should look. And I… don’t.”
Sorrel’s frown deepens. “Why would you say that?”
“Omegas are all short and curvy and soft. You know, big hips and big boobs to show off how breedable they are. I don’t look like that.”
“So? Does Sylvie look like that?”
I open my mouth, then close it. Not sure how to respond to that question, finally I settle on, “Sylvie’s been living with RMD for years, through a lot of her growing up. It seems like it would naturally hinder some of her omeganess. And she’s still shorter and curvier than I am.”
“Okay, what about me? I’m a beta, and I have thick thighs and an ass. Does that mean I’m a secret omega, too?”
I laugh. “Maybe?”
“Hollis Grailess.”
I blink at her, not sure why she just shouted America’s sweetheart’s name at me. “What about Hollis Grailess?”
“She’s nearly six foot and slender. But she’s still an omega, isn’t she? And Liam- Liam Cordova, he’s built like an alpha, but he’s an omega.” I don’t miss the way her cheeks flare hot when she says ‘Liam Cordova,’ but then that’s always been her reaction to him.
