“Was Callum rude to you or something? You looked upset when you walked into the foyer earlier.”
Greer is too fucking perceptive for his own good.
“No, he was actually nice, kind, even. He even smiled and laughed multiple times,” I tell him, leaving out the fact that he went down on me after I realized he was my scent match and then we both collectively freaked the fuck out.
“He was smiling?”
“Yes. Oh, and well, we ran into your ex and her pack.”
Greer stills underneath me, holding me tighter in his arms. Maybe I said it with a distasteful tone, because I don’t like the idea that there was a serious Omega before me, let alone someone likeher.
Greer holds me tighter, like he knows I’m plotting that bitches murder…Wow, okay that was kind of aggressive, though accurate. Didn’t like her before, kinda want to punch her in the nose so she can never scent my Alphas again now.
No one told me finding your scent matches made you irrational—just what I needed.
It’s not even just that she was with my scent matches, that’s enough to send me into a spiral. No, it’s because she also hurt them so deeply and has left a bad taste for scent matches in their mouth. If I was dating someone before the guys, which islaughable, there’s no way I would just up and leave them like she did.
Scent matches aren’t everything, your heart can still be open to others. At least I sure fucking hope so, because if Lain isn’t mine, then I might be devastated. Maybe that’s how she felt and I’m judging her too harshly? Either way, I don’t care because she broke Callum’s heart, so I hate her regardless.
“And Callum didn’t get into an altercation with them?”
“Uhh…no.”
“You’re not being very forthcoming with information, are you?”
Maybe it’s a good idea to introduce the idea of me and Callum now. I mean, the second I’m off my deodorizers, they’re going to know, anyway.
“So I might have kissed him and acted like his Omega so that it wouldn’t be awkward for him to be around them.”
I’m not sure what I expected him to say or do, but cracking up laughing wasn’t it.
“Oh, Maisie. You’re perfect,” he says, kissing the top of my head.
I’m far from it, but it sure feels nice to have men who think I am.
“I can’t wait to scent you for the first time. I know it’s going to be amazing,” Greer says and my breath hitches.
He has no idea just how amazing it’s going to be, not even a little bit.
I’ve nearly bitten down my thumbnail to the skin, waiting for Lain to pull up to Greer’s. I’m sitting at a window seat, drinking water and picking at the cheese plate Callum made me.
I didn’t even order it; he took it upon himself to bring it to me. He didn’t say a single word when he dropped it off. He just stared at me with confusion, like he was trying to figure out what he wanted to say.
Obviously things between us are a little awkward right now. He was there for me when I needed him without hesitation, but he needs reassurance from me and I need clarity about this whole situation.
The bell of the restaurant dings and it’s Alan.
“My love. I’ve got to say, it’s gotten a whole lot prettier around here since you and your sister moved in.”
I blink at him. “We haven’t moved.”
Alan waves me off. “Please, the way you two already have all these lads by the balls, you belong to Scotland now.”
The old man isn’t wrong, but it’s still scary as hell isn’t it? What will I do for work when I move here? It’s a small town, and sure, there’s a decent bit of tourism during the peak seasons. I’ve worked in commercial beauty marketing my whole adult life and I’ll have to figure out how to adjust along with living with men, having multiple partners, and not having the comforts of my home with me.
I’m spiraling again and I hate it.
Lain is the missing piece. But no matter if he’s my scent match or not, he’s mine.
