Chapter 5 The woman in front of me...the gorgeous, nymph-like creature I haven't been able to stop thinking about since I saw her haunted blue eyes six months ago stares at me from five feet away, her expression filled with pain and something else I can't quite place. 'It's you.' I don't even realize I've said the words out loud until the beta woman standing next to my beautiful obsession shoots her a questioning glance. When the other omega simply stares at me, the beta glances between us, her brows furrowed. 'Miles, I'm Lanie, and this is Bethany. We'll be helping you with the scent selection process today.' Bethany. That name. Shit. Tucker's words echo in my ears. 'Is that like one of those phone games Bethany is always playing?' Not his sister. She can't be. No...she... It hits me. The haunted look. The way she fled the restaurant. How she looks at me now like she doesn't know if she wants to help me or throttle me. She was their omega. And I...I shake my head. 'Bethany.' Her name feels so good on my lips, and the moment the sound leaves me, she snaps back to the present, her eyes locking on me with intensity. 'Miles,' she says tightly, and I hate it. That's not how my name should sound coming out of her mouth. 'It's nice to meet you. If you follow us-' 'Don't do that.' My words are sharper than I intend, and at her slight flinch I soften my tone. 'They were your pack, weren't they? I swear, I had no idea they had an omega already.' Lanie's eyes widen and she looks at Bethany with shock. 'Is this...?' Bethany's mouth thins into a tight line, glancing towards the receptionist who just now seems to be taking notice of us. 'We're doing this now?' I take a step forward, and then another, but she doesn't retreat. I'm not usually so forward with romantic interests, but something about Bethany makes me want to throw caution to the wind. 'I saw you, and ever since, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. It doesn't make any sense. It's flawed thinking, wondering if another omega would be the answer to all my problems, but I've been desperate to see you again.' Her lips tilt up at my confession, despite the hesitancy in her eyes. Is it possible she's felt the same way about me? 'So much so,' I continue, 'that I may as well get 'desperate and flawed' tattooed-' 'On your forehead?' she quips, seemingly without thinking as a slight smile finally graces her expression. My heart skips a beat and I take one last step forward. This fucking woman. 'You know, I had the exact same thought-' Then her scent hits me like a damn semi-truck. Raspberry and hibiscus. Mine. Mine. Mine. The scent of it sweetens as her eyes widen and her nostrils flare, and I know she catches my blueberry and dark chocolate signature as well. True scent match. 'I don't know what's happening, but we need to get out of this room. Christy looks like she's about to sic Lopez on us,' Lanie hisses, and all but pushes both Bethany and I down the hall before shoving us into a room with three binders on a table. Fuck. Right. My OMS appointment. The whole reason I'm here. I can't think about that anymore though, because my true scent match is here, and she's beautiful, perfect, soft, and- An omega. 'This is impossible,' I groan, my cock hardening painfully now that I'm in an enclosed space with the one scent that's biologically designed to get me raring to go. This...it can't be happening. Omegas scent match to packs. Alphas. Sometimes betas. But never to other omegas. 'It's not impossible,' Bethany chokes out, taking a step towards me. 'Will someone please tell me what's going on?' Lanie gives us a harried look. 'Christy looked about ready to call a manager down here.' 'We're...we're a true scent match,' she whispers, her eyes never once leaving mine. There's too much space between us. I need to feel her against me, run my hands through her hair, pull down her- 'Like your parents?' Lanie asks, her voice full of awe. 'Your parents?' My voice sounds distant as my pulse roars in my ears. 'Exactly like my parents.' She swallows as I take another step towards her until we're chest-to-chest, and her breathing stutters. 'Everyone...everyone always said it was a fluke. A biological error. But...' 'It was you I scented on the card, not your pack.' The revelation hits me harder than her scent did, and I can't stop my arms from wrapping around her waist, the warmth of her spreading through my fingertips. She leans into my hold and looks up, her pale eyes spearing through me. 'This whole time, it was you.' Before I know what's happening, her arms are wrapping around my neck, and she's pulling me down, taking my lips in a hungry kiss. My body starts buzzing like sparklers on the Fourth of July. No, that's not right. Fireworks. I'm exploding. My body is on fire, fuck, everything is on fire, but I don't care because this fucking perfect woman is mine. Her body is soft, her hands are warm, and her lips are damn perfection. She's more nymph-like than I had I thought, with the way my body feels drawn to her. I groan into her mouth as her tongue dips past my lips, raspberry exploding on my tongue. I'm vaguely aware of Lanie in the room, muttering, something that sounds like, 'Shit, shit! What the fuck am I supposed to do with two horny omegas holed up this room?' I can't bring myself to care though, not when my hands move of their own accord, trailing over the curve of her ass, down the backs of her legs, and finally hook behind her knees, hiking her up so her legs can wrap around my waist. 'Dammit, you two! You cannot fuck in here!' Lanie sounds panicked, but Bethany just whimpers into my mouth as my throbbing erection grinds into her jeans-covered core where our bodies meet. 'Earth to Bethany! Keep it in your damn pants!' Lanie nearly shrieks, and unfortunately, the words snap Bethany out of it. She pulls away with a gasp, her pupils blown and her breathing labored as she looks down at me. 'Shit.' She pants, looking between me and the table with the binders. 'You didn't even get to look at your binders.' 'Fuck the binders,' I growl, shocking even myself. I've never growled. 'You're mine, Bethany. I don't need anyone else. How do your parents do it?' I never knew omegas could be true scent matches. The fact that Bethany's parents are...it opens up a whole world of possibilities. How have two omegas gone so long with just each other and no alphas? 'They...' Bethany starts, but Lanie clears her throat, and I realize I'm still holding her. Before I let her down, I run my cheek along hers, scent-marking her so she smells like me all day. Her cheeks flush at the gesture, but then I'm lowering her, and she takes a step back. My heart clenches at the distance, even if it is a smart move. I might maul her again if she stays too close. 'I'm actually not sure,' she admits, shrugging. 'I've made it a point to not know a single thing about my parents' sex life.' She wrinkles her nose in this adorable way that makes her look like a little bunny. 'Well...we need to figure this out. I want you, Bethany. I don't want a pack of alphas.' 'I want you too,' she says quietly, biting her lip. 'It's like something that's been missing has finally clicked into place.' 'I hate to be a cockblock, but we have another appointment coming in five minutes.' Lanie interjects, looking a little guilty, but mostly relieved to get us out of the same room. 'What time do you get off work?' I ask, taking her hands in mine. I don't think I'll be able to leave here if I don't have some kind of idea of when I'll see her again. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. 'Five.' 'Come to my place after. Please? We can talk through everything.' Wordlessly, she nods, and takes her phone out of her pocket. 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