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Realizing the omega male isn’t a threat, my danger instincts chill, but not before I catch a whiff of the scent I just leaked.
Did the SAS tranq me with shrooms?
“Be right back.” Orion slips from the room.
I hope he’s calling the crash team, because I’m about to have a heart attack. “What does my perfume smell like?”
Lilah sniffs.
My blood ices, waiting for her answer.
But she doesn’t go septic.
Doesn’t choke.
Doesn’t even run screaming.
She tilts her head. “Weird.”
“Weird how?” I croak. “Are they disgusting?”
“Huh? No.” Lilah takes a breath so deep, my blood surges. “They’re sweeter than I remember from before your awakening. Kind of like lemon pound cake? But it’s weird that I’m not responding like you’re an omega.”
Because I’m not an omega.
Air whooshes between my ears. “You’re sure?”
“Yeah. Why?”
Trembling, I lift my wrist.
Underneath the plastic scent of the IV, my skin puffs out citrus, sugar, and vanilla.
Lemon.
But cakey, soft, and sweet.
Nothing like Serafina’s hard lemonade.
That’s me?
Doubting everything, I feel along the familiar pheromone paths. I’m achy and exhausted, but that makes sense now that I remember the fighting and running and car flipping.
My body has always felt tight.
Every muscle taut, constantly working to stuff down my scent, stay in control, and stop me from accidentally razing anyone’s nervous system. My jaw, my throat, my abs. I’ve been clenching so tight, for so long, I never realized it wasn’t natural.
But now?
My jaw isn’t cracking, my shoulders are liquid, and my throat doesn’t scrape, even though Lilah smells like a caramel apple, double-dipped in omega perfume.
I’m empty in the best possible way.
Like everything I’ve been dragging was cut loose.
Unbound.
Freaking floating.
