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“It’s not that I’m scared for my heat… it’s that I’m worried something will happen. I want Casey to be there, and if he’s not… I don’t know what I would do.”

I’m not proud of myself for eavesdropping, but I’m ecstatic that I did.

To hear from her lips that she wants me to be at her first heat… healed something inside of me that I didn’t know was wounded. All this time, I’ve been worried that she’ll only want alphas. I know she wants a pack; we’ve discussed it quite a bit, but now I have a glimmering hope growing in my chest. Now, there’s a chance that she could see me in that pack, and I can’t get the possibility out of my head.

I could have completely misinterpreted her words, but I don’t even care. If there’s even a tiny chance that she meant it the way I heard it… I have to try.

We may be two omegas, we may have to worry about the idea that we need to one day find alphas that will accept both of us, but if we have each other, go through the tribulations together—all would be worth it.

A moment later, a car pulls up to the curb, and my mouth goes dry.

She’s here.

When she steps out of the cab, my stomach flips like a pancake. Her petite frame is doused in dancing fringe, her legs peeking out from between the white panty hose. Long, fake eyelashes fan out from her eyes, almost feather-like, and her deep red lips are a dark contrast to the white cascading down her body.

I gulp. She is a vision.

When she stands in front of me, she looks down at my outfit, a sparkle in her eye.

“Robinhood?” she asks, teasing.

I straighten my shoulders and walk forward with a bit more stride in my step. “What, this old thing?”

She snorts. “You’ve never owned an arm harness. Especially not one made of leather.”

I look at my costume, happy that I went with the slightly pricier option. “It looks cool though, doesn’t it?”

“You’ve never looked cooler. Except when you won that ice cream eating competition and got brain freeze for a week.”

I put my palm to my chest and scoff. “How dare you bring that up.”

She bites her lip, and my eyes snag on the movement. “Well, are you going to say anything about my outfit?”

My eyes trail back down her costume. Her waist is cinched, her headpiece sitting beautiful in her long, silky hair.

Hair that I want to run my fingertips through, feel its softness encapsulating me until I can’t breathe.

“You’re an absolute dream, Elsie Melnyk.”

Her scent blooms from my response, the candy apple sweet and bursting in the air between us. I suppress a whine, a bit of my self-control slipping before I rein it back in.

The need to wrap her up simmers under my skin. Now that I’m prepared to throw everything into a volcano, my patience is wearing thin. I want to tell her everything, scream how I feel from the rooftop, but I resist. She deserves romance, softness. She deserves to know the full extent of the truth; not just the quick, rushed version of it.

This isn’t just about my feelings. I want Elsie to have everything she wants in life and more.

“Are you ready to head in?” she asks, her cheeks flushed.

I pause, checking in with my body. My heart pumps wildly in my chest, my hands clam up worse than before, but despite all that, excitement thrums in my veins, beckoning me forward.

“Yeah,” I sigh. “I think I’m ready.”

THREE

“Brodie!” someone yells as I pick up a beer from the cooler. “You fucking killed it last week.”

“Thanks, man.”

The guy smiles, giving me a pat on the back. He walks away before I can say anything or get his name. I wish I could say this doesn’t happen a lot, but it does. Now I just know a lot of kind faces with no names to match. I’m starting to think that’s how my entire college career is destined to go, being here on a soccer scholarship and being predominately known for helping the team get to the championship.