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Until the Wyvern pack. Their pheromones are catnip and cocaine.
Addictive.
Irresistible.
Terrifying.
I wish the OCC had given me a shittier education, but for all its bullshit, the classes do explain everything about omegadom from top to bottoming.
I know what this means.
A scent match.
Destiny. Fate. My meant-to-be mates.
Omegas have an extra fail-safe when it comes to finding our matches. We don’t need to be awakened to recognize their scents.
To them, my scent is nothing.
To me, theirs is everything I can never have.
I refuse to let them recognize me, to see me any deeper than they already have when it felt like they were staring into my soul.
If they figure out what I am, I’ll be trapped with a pack that would rather see me dead than in their beds.
I refuse to be bound, let alone become a home-wrecker. After years of bullshit omega brawls, the last thing I’ll ever do is steal another omega’s mate. If anyone had bothered to mention—oh, by the way, we’re placing you in a pack that already has a mated omega—I never would’ve signed that offer.
Never ever.
I would’ve gone into rotation or made my escape, but I never would’ve signed.
Orion must be going insane with jealousy.
I know I would be if some bitch strutted into my nest, trying to steal a tasty piece of man steak like Atlas and—
No. Nope. Not going down that insane rabbit hole.
It’s good enough that they’re willing to let me stay in their basement. Honestly, maybe I am perfect for this pack. If they need an omega who’s expert at going unseen, there’s no better ghost.
I just can’t haunt them too long when they smell like a goddamn buffet so tempting I want to load my plate with every flavor and lick them clean.
First, I have to drag my stupid ass out of these woods.
I wasn’t so spaced out on the drive that I didn’t keep an eye on the front console. The dash map showed the lake, which is why I beelined there.
Running makes me feel better.
Swimming makes me feel best.
Since I swam straight across the lake, there should be a road somewhere to my right.
It takes a few more minutes to gather enough energy to stand, but the darkening sky kicks my ass into gear. I wobble upright and wince. My feet are wrecked, full-on bloody and stinging now that I can feel anything but numb.
I shiver like a North Pole elf who forgot her parka.
It’s not that cold, but who’s the genius prancing around in a damp bathing suit?
Fear gives me a second wind. I cannot get stuck out here all night.
