I shouldn’t be able to scent him…unless we’re scent matches.
Fuck me.
I can’t control my body’s reaction to his scent, my perfume filling the surrounding air—peach and bourbon.
Mason freezes, his eyes flashing between me and Kiara as he tries to fight against his instincts, but there’s nothing to be done.
There are times when our designations run the show and meeting your scent-matched mate is one of those times.
A growl rips from Mason’s lips as his eyes lock with mine. “Mine.”
A whimper falls from my lips, my head tilting to the side to present my neck to him as Kiara stiffens in my hold.
Unable to tear my eyes away from my alpha, tears fill them as Kiara steps away from me.
“Oh,” she squeaks, horror and panic warring in her tone.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I grind my teeth, forcing my eyes away from the man who’s fated to be mine to the woman I’ve been in love with as long as I’ve known what love is.
Her eyes are tear-filled as she glances between us, her posture stiff as she takes another step away from us toward Ruby. The horror on her face almost undoes me—not just the tears in her eyes but the wavering of her lips as a frown marrs her beautiful face.
This is what she’s always been afraid of—me finding my scent matches.
Not only have I found at least one of my scent matches, but it’s someone she cares for.
This isn’t going to go well at all.
Emotions war within me.
Elation bounces around me at finding my scent-matched alpha, while fear presses down on me as I watch Kiara pull away from me—both physically and emotionally.
What good is finding my scent matches if she isn’t at my side?
I try to bite back another whimper, my omega unhappy with our mate distancing herself.
Because even though we haven’t bonded, that’s exactly what she is to me—my mate.
Mine.
CHAPTER THREE
Kiara
At first, I don’t realize what’s happening.
I’m so excited to be introducing Crew to Mason, to show off the omega I love.
All it takes is Mason’s growled “mine” for it to hit me square in the chest, my stomach instantly dropping.
The one thing I’ve been dreading most in the world is happening right before my eyes.
Mason is Crew’s scent-matched alpha.
They’ve been fated by the universe to be together, and it feels like another great cosmic joke at my expense.
Mason gets to know Crew’s scent before me.