Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Scent matches override suppressants the longer a pack is together.
There could be adverse mental effects when unmated packs cohabit for too long.
The overwhelming desire to be with scent-matches at all times overwhelms even those who aren’t conscious of it.
Grumbling, I move from the small desk in the corner that I’d set up my laptop, and fling myself onto the bed.
I don’t think that I’m having any kind of adverse effects from living with Will and Asher. I don’t think Matthew is experiencing anything worse than his preexisting panic disorder.
Recalling Will’s vanilla bean scent makes my mouth water. Asher’s warm amber scent makes my body hot. Matthew’s patchouli makes me feel like I’m home…
My gaze shoots to the device high up on the wall, that white electronic box glaring down at me.
It’s a little scent murderer.
What if—and hear me out—what if we really are scent-matches, and we never learn the truth because we’re always all together here in this place where scents go to die?
How would I get them to come with me somewhere away from here?
I mean, sure, I could plan some kind of outing. Come up with something that we’d all like to do. Like, maybe find an arcade or something. Seems we all have a love for video games in common.
But I need a reason, otherwise I’m just the weirdo Omega asking some guys to hang out for no apparent reason. And Matthew may not want to go on any outings, anyway, given his anxiety.
I growl, something I’ve been doing a lot lately.
I need to get out of here. Think for a while, away from this place.
Sitting up in a rush, an idea strikes me. Something too perfect to ignore.
It may not work, but if it doesn’t, I’ll be away from here and get my wish to think.
If it does work, it will prove that they feel some kind of pull toward me. At least Will and Asher.
Schooling the devious smile on my face, I exit my room and head downstairs.