Then, carefully: “Do you think?—”
“I think she’s an omega,” Kai says flatly. “And I think that Sol is her scent match.”
The words land like a punch.
I let out a low whistle. “That’s…a problem.”
“Several,” he agrees.
“And he doesn’t know it yet,” I add.
“No,” he says. “But he will.”
I glance toward the stairs again. “He’s going to lose his shit.”
“Yes.”
“And we’re going to have to deal with the fallout.”
Kai exhales slowly. “Yep.”
We don’t speak for a few seconds.
Then I say, “There’s something else.”
He raises a brow.
“She reacted to Sol the strongest.” I hesitate. “But she reacted to Finnsometoo.”
Kai’s eyes narrow slightly. “You think?—”
“I think there’s a chance,” I say carefully, “that she has more than one scent match. Especially with the way Finn’s been so reluctant to leave her.”
That gets his full attention.
“…Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
Upstairs, a floorboard creaks. Sol’s footsteps. Fast. Agitated.
Kai straightens. “He’s spiralling.”
I snort. “That’s his favourite hobby.”
But neither of us smiles.
“Do we tell him?” I ask.
Kai watches the stairs for a long moment. “Not yet.”
“Why?”
“Because if he panics now,” Kai says quietly, “he’ll run. And that could make her worse.”
And something about that sits wrong in my gut.
“Yeah,” I mutter. “Can’t have that.”