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“Your silence left me all alone, unclaimed, unloved. An omega with no alpha to comfort and protect him.”
“Yes, I—”
“And I was getting over you. The pain was finally, after a little over a year, changing into something I could carry. It didn’t make me curl up into a ball at night anymore.”
“You weren’t the only one suffering,” I muttered.
“Defensiveness will not get you what you want.”
“I can’t have what I want.”
“And what is that? Sex?”
I glared at him.
“Well?”
“I want my mate.”
“So did I.”
I breathed deeply, trying to find the strength to get up and walk out of his house. “I need to know what the rules are before I go,” I said, rubbing my eyes.
“Don’t do that.”
“I can’t ask about—”
“No, don’t rub your eyes. You’ll hurt them.”
He was a nurturer, and it was engrained too deep for him not to worry about me. I leaned forward to look at him. “I watched over you.”
“What?”
“You didn’t wonder why you kept bumping into me?”
“I remember seeing you a few times but—”
“No. I was there.”
He was staring at me with wide eyes.
“What was his name, the suitor who stank of something chemical, the blond with the pince-nez and all the ascots that were—”
“Emrys Fontaine?”
I scoffed.
“Stop that. He was very nice,” he said firmly, defending the man even as he tried really hard not to smile.
“I bet your eyes watered every time he got near you.”
“I’m sure I don’t recall.”
“You’re lying,” I teased him. “Tell me.”
He coughed softly. “Emrys was quite fond of pheromone enhancers.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
