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Both omegas seem to realize something simultaneously and lean around their alphas to look behind them. When I glimpse what they’re looking at, I feel the breath punched out of my lungs. And then I immediately feel guilty for my reaction.
The omega behind them is... stunning. That’s the only word I can come up with in my scrambled brain. Her hair is as dark as a raven’s feather, glossy and soft looking. It falls in waves down her back, with a small, braided crown across the top of her head. Her eyes, though I can’t see them well enough from where I’m standing, seem almost almond-shaped, with a slight tilt upwards. They look to be hazel at a distance, twinkling in the low light. A long, hunter-green dress falls across her tanned skin, sweeping across the floor as the other two omegas wave her forward between them, locking arms with her on each side. She smiles at them gratefully, and they all walk along to an empty table near where Syn and I are standing.
Everyone takes their seat, with the dark-haired friend sitting between her alphas and the male sitting between his. The lone omega finds a space between both packs, her shoulders hunching forward the slightest bit. Her cheeks puff out, and she releases a breath of air between her lips. I take in her features now that she’s up close.
Her eyes are hazel, like I’d suspected, with green being slightly more dominant, and flecks of gold scattered throughout the iris. Her nose sits pert on her face, delicate and petite. Some of her features make me think she’s of Asian descent, and I find her breathtaking. My eyes slide down, noticing a soft neck free of mate marks, leading down to perfectly shaped globes that would fit in my hands perfectly with just enough bounce to them. My nostrils flare as my thoughts turn there, and I inadvertently catch a hint of her scent. Fuck. Fresh blackberries and warm cheesecake fill my senses and nearly make my mouth water.
What the hell is happening?
I love River. I have my omega. So why is this sweet-looking omega making my heart race and her scent making me want to bend her over that table, whispering sweet nothings into her ear while I fuck her from behind? This is beyond unusual. Other omegas rarely affect alphas and betas once they’ve bonded with an omega.
Her friends whisper something to her, and she lets out a slight giggle. It’s barely audible over all the other noise, but I hear it. And I want to listen to it again.
What is going on with me?
I feel Syn stiffen beside me. It takes a moment, but then the lonely omegas scent curls through the other scents in the room, stronger this time, making its way to my nose, and I know why. She smells phenomenal. I nearly groan out loud when it hits me again. I want to eat her up.
As Syn’s nostrils flare, I watch her reaction. Her head turns slightly, and she locks her sights on the single omega. My eyes glance back and forth between the two. I watch as a rosy flush takes over the woman’s cheeks, trailing down her delicate throat. I swallow thickly at the sight of her skin turning that rosy shade. When I look back up at her face, I see the omega’s eyes widen as she catches Syn staring her down. Her scent becomes more potent, and I realize she’s perfuming.
My eyes widen when I hear the faint growl trying to escape from Syn’s throat. What the fuck? I grab Syn’s hand, cursing under my breath as I briskly walk us away from the table that the omega sits at, ushering her down a hallway and looking for an empty room for us to hole up in while we try to get this under control.
The omega’s perfume should not affect either of us since we’re mated to River, but our instincts don’t seem to be getting the memo. Shit.
We’ve been around hundreds of omegas since we bonded with River. None have ever turned our heads. No one’s scent has made us want to rut them into a table after we had him. What makes this omega so unique? Our pack is supposed to be complete. And River would probably claw the poor girl’s face off if he saw how one of his alphas and his beta were reacting to her.
Fuck. River. We can’t keep this from him, obviously. We are a strictly ‘no secrets’ pack. I grimace as I think about what his reaction will be to not only his beta but one of his fucking alphas nearly losing it over another omega’s scent.
That omega should not be alone. Why is she here alone? Well, not alone, per se. But no pack looks to be courting her. I can’t imagine why. She smells divine and is gorgeous, to top it off. She must have alphas lining up to take a bite out of her.
Finally, I find an empty office, pulling Syn inside and shutting the door. Her breathing is erratic, and her nails dig into my arm as she grips me like a vise. I haven’t seen her this riled up since we first met River.
We were all riled up when we met him, to be fair. Nearly threw all the alphas into an immediate rut with how yummy he smelled.
“What. The. Fuck,” she growls out. Her brows furrow as she tries and fails to understand her reaction.
If I can’t understand my reaction to the female omega, I don’t see how Syn could understand hers.
What the fuck, indeed.
Four
Ripley
I inhale deeply as my eyes track the beta who drags the beautiful alpha away down a hallway curiously. Holy shit. I can feel a flush on my cheeks, and my heartbeat is beating a million miles a second. Their scents are faint, but it’s all I need.
There’s the distinct scent of coffee grounds and mocha with notes of pine needles dispersed around from where they stood and Gods, do they smell fucking amazing. I haven’t ever had a reaction like this to any of the scents I’ve smelled or the packs I’ve met. But that’s not the scent that has me wanting to claw this dress off of me and chase after them, laying down and presenting to them like a needy omega slut. Their scents are incredibly intoxicating and have me perfuming, even though I’m clenching everything below the belt and practically holding my breath to keep it in. It’s the scent of coconuts and honeysuckle that lingers mutely with theirs that has my mouth watering. Those scents lock deep into my nostrils, and my hindbrain screams at me.
Mine.
But they’re running away. Why are they running in the opposite direction? Is it me? Do I not smell appealing to them? As discreetly as I can, I sniff myself and frown. I smell like my usual scent of blackberries and cheesecake. I always thought I had a rather appealing scent, if I’m being entirely honest. Others did, too. It was just me who didn’t find theirs appealing.
What if- my heartbeat quickens again, and I can feel tears gathering along my lashes. I suck in a deep breath. What if they already have an omega? Fuck. I can’t think like that. Surely not. This day couldn’t seriously get that much worse for me, right?
Because really, that would be the cherry on top of this fucked-up birthday of mine. To finally find some scents that make me yearn, that I want with a desperation like I’ve never experienced before. To feel like it could be home. Only to find out that they already have an omega.
Okay.
No big deal, Ripley. You get your butt up and march back there. Find that alpha and beta and establish if they’re for you or not. And maybe find out who that other delicious scent belongs to.
