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“Tori. We start tomorrow,” I said. “Tonight we get to settle in and adjust. I’m thinking pizza.”
“Chinese,” Theo said, giving me his best puppy-dog eyes. He looked away before I even agreed and pulled his sketchbook out of his backpack. It was no use arguing now, he’d be lost to the world until we put food in front of him.
“No use going against it,” Jordan huffed out a laugh. “I swear he’s half omega.”
“He just needs to feel taken care of once in a while,” I mumbled as we walked out. Jordan didn’t argue. Of the three of us, Theo was the most fragile. We at least were alphas, we could defend ourselves against older alphas when we needed to.
He couldn’t.
Anger sparked as I wrenched open the kitchen drawers, searching for the takeout menus. I found one next to the fridge and grabbed out the stack, flipping through them until I found what he wanted.
“Here, you call it in,” I said to Jordan, holding it out. He took my phone without complaint, knowing me biting off the poorworkers’ heads on the phone wouldn’t do us any favors in this town.
“Take a breather. You did good, alpha.”
I nodded and stalked over to the couch. It was softer than it looked and a groan escaped as I shifted into a more comfortable position.
Yeah, this place would do.
Until a shrill scream broke through the silence.
Chapter
Seven
Tori
My heart slammed in my chest as the man in a ski mask dropped the bag he was holding and ran.
Neighbors next door flew out of their apartment before looking around with wild eyes. The huge lumberjack in front was the first to recover, his eyebrows furrowing as I stared at them, my mouth still open though my scream had died out.
“What?” he demanded. His voice was rich and deep, though rough around the edges.
“He… it..” I glanced the way he’d gone and felt embarrassment color my cheeks and chest. “It’s fine.”
Reaching down, I grabbed the bag where he’d left it. But, apparently, I didn’t mask my suspicion at what was inside.
“What is it?” The lumberjack demanded. I blinked up at his obvious annoyance.
“Don’t worry about it,” I shot back, matching his tone.
“You’re obviously—” He’d stepped forward then froze, his nostrils flaring as he stared down at me.
Then it hit me.
The scent.
He smelled like juniper, pine, and sage. It was earthy and masculine, his alpha musk hitting me square in the chest.
Then the panic hit and I let out an undignified squeak and retreated into my apartment.
I half expected him to pound at the door and demand answers but their footsteps thudded away.
Slipping down to the floor I opened the bag with shaking hands.
For the sweetest omega
This time there was a box of chocolates wrapped in heart-themed tissue paper.
