Her Knotty Alphas (Starbrook City Omegaverse #2)
Twelve Years Ago
“ O kay, one more, and then I have to go.” I giggle as Charlie grabs the back of my neck and pulls me closer, kissing me breathless.
It’s not necessarily comfortable, leaning over the center console of his car like this, but the soft feel of his lips combined with his recently revealed alpha scent—coconut and sandalwood—has me feeling a little more giddy than usual.
These alpha pheromones are no joke. Not to mention I’m currently running on an adrenaline high from sneaking out of my bedroom window at one in the morning to see him.
“I hate having to sneak around like this,” he murmurs into my lips.
“We should just tell Kieren we’re together.
He only got so aggressive about guys being interested in you because I riled him up about it.
” An unattractive snort leaves me, and he chuckles, kissing my nose.
"Kieran trusts me. He knows I'd never do anything to hurt you. "
“Yeah, he trusts you because he thinks you look at me the same way he does. With 'brotherly love'."
Charlie grimaces, pulling back slightly as he pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, his warm, deep bronze skin illuminated only by the streetlights. “Yeah…you may have a point.”
“Plus the factthat you’re older than me—”
“Only by two years,” he interjects with a pointed look.
“Still,” I roll my eyes, turning my face to look out the window, “you’re technically an adult now, and I still have two years to go. Add in the fact that you just designated as an alpha…” My lip wobbles involuntarily, emotions roiling in my stomach at the very idea that we won’t—
He moves his hand to grip my chin, turning my face towards him. “Hey. None of that, mags.”
Mags. Like a magpie, the bird famous for collecting shiny objects. It’s not lost on me that he’s referring to my very omega-like tendency right now.
“What?” I murmur, not meeting his eyes.
“You know what. You’re going to reveal as an omega. I know it.”
“And if I don’t?” I ask, the choking sound in my voice betraying my emotions.
Logically, I know that I have until I turn eighteen to still be considered in the “normal” range of my designation revealing, but right now it feels like an axe hanging over my head.
Both my stepsisters revealed a few months ago, and while Rue is a year older than me, Cat is the same age.
Their older sister, who had already moved out by the time Mom and Paul got married, designated at sixteen.
Mom keeps telling me it’s genetics, and that she didn’t reveal until two days after she turned eighteen, but I’m still nervous.
“It won’t matter,” he says fiercely, his icy blue eyes trained on me. “Omega, beta, or hell, even alpha, you’re mine, Hannah Beckham. Don’t you ever forget that.”
Blinking away my tears, I reach my hand up to cup the side of his face, and he leans into the touch. “I love you.” My voice is barely a whisper, and he presses a kiss to the inside of my palm before answering.
“I love you too.”