He was mine.
She was mine.
Fuck.
The three of us were mates.
CHAPTERTHREE
parking garage secrets
SYLVIA
I rodethe elevator all the way down to the parking garage, cursing to myself. I was thankful I was alone and able to let it out.
This had been a fucking nightmare. Alex, the boss who I had been literally thinking about trying to impress for over a week now, had gone into heat right in front of me.
I wantednothingto do with omegas. Nothing. I had already been through enough, and while it wasn’t the omegas’ fault for all of the things that had happened with Alfred, I still didn’t want anything to do with them like that.
I didn’t want mates either, and that…that had meant only one thing.
Anne, the sexy secretary, and Alex, the Warts & Claws Inc. boss, were my mates.
The revelation wasn’t welcome, but then there was a small part of me that wanted it. There was a little voice inside my head telling me they were the ones for me and that I could finally be loved.
I could finally love.
I wasn’t an ancient monster. I hadn’t been around for a few hundred years. I was only twenty-six and I was still figuring out my place in the world. Plus, all of the terrible things that had happened recently certainly hadn’t helped much.
Still, there was that voice… that thought.
I wanted them both. I wanted Alex. I wanted Anne. I wanted to find out what it would be like to be with the two of them together, to be with them alone.
The doors slid open, and I stepped out into the garage, only to damn near run straight into the devil himself.
“Fuck,” we both said, immediately taking a step back from each other.
Alex covered his mouth, his lightning-blue eyes burning. His dark hair was now disheveled, and gone was the glamour of a man in control.
He looked terrified of me, which wasn’t comforting. I wanted him to look at me like I was his.
I want him. He’s mine.
If I could have slapped myself for thinking that, I would have.
“Sorry,” he whispered, taking a step back. “I’m just going to my car to leave. I’m sorry, Sylvia. I was an asshole. I can’t control this.”
“Just stay away,” I said, stepping back from him.
I didn’t want him to stay away. In fact, I wanted to pull him close. I wanted to trap him in a web and find out what an omega in heat meant, but that was insane.
What would happen if I shoved him against a car and went to my knees? What would happen if the two of us ran away together?
Now I was getting ridiculous.
Alex lingered for a moment, sliding his hands into his pockets. “I’m sorry,” he said again, taking a breath.
“I have already been through enough,” I said, feeling a need to explain myself. Why? I didn’t owe him anything. “And witches make me nervous.”