5. Cole
Cole
The woman at the bottom of the porch steps glistens with sweat.
Her overalls cling to her body, dusted with pollen and dirt.
Her blonde hair is pulled back in a tousled ponytail, framing her face and accentuating her striking features which include a button nose and a pointed chin.
Her sun-kissed skin is peppered with playful freckles that hint at long outdoor days.
Whoever she is, she radiates a raw, captivating beauty.
Her blue gaze locks onto me with a smoldering intensity, making my heart race.
It takes so long to gather my thoughts that my pack glances back at me, curiosity etched on their faces.
All except Luca. Who, I note, looks as transfixed as I feel.
I clear my throat, the tension in the air thickening around us.
"We're looking for Mr. Sunny Howard. Is he in?"
The young woman smirks, crossing her arms. "I don't know if you all were just born without the ability to read, or if those fancy suits and that shiny car mean you pay someone else to do the reading for you, but that sign on the fence clearly says 'Private Property.
'" She points to the sign we've just breezed past. "So, unless you're looking to give the local police something to do, I suggest you step off that porch, and join me on the 'not-getting-arrested' side. "
Despite being pint-sized and less than half our weight, her authority makes my inner alpha sit up and take notice. My cock takes notice too, becoming uncomfortably firm in my pants.
I descend the steps, my pack trailing behind. The way this little one's voice carries is enough to command our attention completely. Impressive.
She steps aside, a graceful movement, and lets us exit the gate.
But as we pass her, everyone freezes. Despite her small stature, I thought she might be an alpha with that commanding tone.
But as we draw closer, her intoxicating scent envelops me.
It's sweet honey with a tantalizing hint of tea.
It's so deliciously alluring that a soft purr escapes my lips unbidden.
Her eyes widen, and I catch the shiver of surprise that moves up her spine.
She steps back slightly, her nostrils flaring as she reacts to our scents, the air thick with unspoken attraction.
Omega .
Her scent makes it clear. Purrs ripple through the air behind me, and I turn to find my pack members, eyes alight with a primal hunger, as they feast on her presence.
The way she draws us in is magnetic. A scent-matched scent might get a reaction from one or two alphas in a pack, but to affect an entire pack this way?
This is a scent-sensitive match. She's our pack-mated omega.
Our destiny.