Holy shit, my prayers have been answered!

That was the first thing that came to mind when I laid eyes on the alpha that was standing in my living room like a priceless statue that had been pulled from a museum and topped off with a cowboy hat.

He looked as though he’d just leapt off the cover of a romance novel. He was wearing a pair of broken in Levis, work boots, a white Henley stretched over his tanned muscles, and had long blonde hair like a surfer. He was chewing a toothpick and looking at me like he wanted to devour me.

I’d never wanted to be eaten so much in my entire life. My arms and legs started to tingle as I stared into his dreamy green eyes that made me think of the ocean. His scent was like a lime margarita, and like alcohol, had my head spinning.

“Terry, this is my brother Scotty,” Brad said, his arm around some omega that was fawning all over him. “Scotty, this is Terry.”

I tried to speak, but stuttered like an idiot. “H – hello…”

“Pleased to meetcha,” he nodded.

“Now, we’re gonna use the spare room if you don’t mind,” Brad said dismissively, grabbing his omega and heading across the living room to a closed door. Greg followed him quickly, his arms around his score of the night. They were always doing shit like that to me, but I was way too distracted to care, let alone put up a fuss about it.

“Coming?” A red headed omega asked Terry, looking up at him dreamily. I felt an instant surge of protectiveness rise within me like a fire with a can of gas poured over it. My fangs extended and I gripped the counter as I tried to control myself.

Is this really happening? I thought as I glared at the omega as he rubbed himself on Terry’s leg.

I knew it the moment I smelled him. I couldn’t tell you how I knew it, but I did.

The alpha standing in front of me was my fated mate. That was all there was to it.

“Come on, baby,” the eager omega whispered again, tugging at his arm. “Let’s join the others.”

Don’t you dare! I thought, shooting daggers out of my eyes at the little son of a bitch.

What was I going to do if Terry actually started to leave with him? Was that even possible? If I smelled it—he smelled it…right? That’s how it worked. If he was my fated mate, I was his. There was no way he wasn’t going through exactly what I was going through.

“You go on ahead,” Terry said after a moment. A warm wave of relief swept over me like an ocean wave, calming my nerves. The omega looked stunned, but Terry’s eyes were on me, not him.

“Uh…you sure?” He asked.

“Yeah, it’s all good,” Terry replied. “Get wild. I’ll join you in a bit.”

The omega hesitated, glanced towards the bedroom where I could already hear sounds of the orgy beginning. Finally, he let go of Terry’s arm. “Okay.”

Slowly, he walked off across the room, glancing over his shoulder in my direction.

Yeah, that’s right, asshole! Walk away!

I’d never felt so protective—so combative. But whatever was going on inside me after smelling my fated mate, was driving me places I’d never gone before. I was ready to whoop that omega’s butt if he tried anything, and I’d only said a few words to Terry. But he saw the look in my eyes and just kept walking, eventually vanishing through the door to join the others.

The second the door closed behind him, I took a step forward.

“Do – do you…?” I stammered. But I stopped. I had no idea what to say. Something obvious was happening between us and that somehow made it harder to find the right words. I felt as though I’d known him forever, like we’d skipped the entire ‘getting to know you’ stage and gone right to the ‘fallen in love’ stage.

“Yes,” he replied instantly. Again, I breathed a sigh of relief.

“You smell beautiful,” I told him, my voice barely a whisper.

“You ain’t bad yourself,” he replied with a grin. He was more in control of himself than I was, that much was for sure. But then again, I’m sure he was used to being hit on by every omega in the world. I, on the other hand, had been cooped up for most of my adult life and was awkward as hell.

Say something! Do something! I thought as I stared at him. But I was waiting for him to make the first move. I was terrified of ruining the moment. I’d never been so nervous in my entire life.

When Terry took a step forward, my heart skipped a beat. It was the sweetest pain in my chest—nervousness mixed with excitement all swirling together into a cocktail of craziness.

His scent grew stronger as he closed in on me. I looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, surrendering myself to him—to his power. His smell made me feel alive in a way I’d never felt before. It was like the rest of the world had melted away and left us standing there alone amidst the chaos and nothing else mattered.

Another step forward and he was right on top of me, so close that I could feel the heat radiating off his body. He was much taller than me, as it should be, with broad shoulders and enormous arms that I knew could sweep me up with ease. He looked like he could lift a ton and was definitely a worker.

Kiss me… I thought as we stared into each other’s eyes. And then, as if he could read my mind, he did.

It was like a star exploding as our lips met. His body was hard but his lips were soft, tender. They wrapped around my lower lip and sucked gently. I opened my mouth to accept his tongue. His strong hands wrapped around my waist and pulled my body against his.

I could feel his erection already growing in his pants, and felt my cock start to pulse with desire. My mouth was salivating and I felt my slick start to flow, readying myself for him. I’d never felt such attraction in my life.

I’m yours…I thought as we kissed passionately. It was as though I was possessed—overcome by desire for him. My body was his, and I was completely out of control. My brain was unable to process anything beyond the sensations I was feeling. His cock was begging to be let out of his pants, and I was happy to oblige.

I moved my hands to his waist and undid his top button, but just as I started to unzip his jeans, something completely unexpected happened.

Terry leapt back from me, looking like he’d just be hit with an electric shock.

“What!?” I gasped. “What is it!?”

He stood there in silence for a long moment, staring at me like he was thinking hard about something. Whatever it was, I knew it wasn’t good, and when he spoke, it was like someone had stabbed me in the guts with a dagger.

“I – I can’t do this,” he said. I tried to gasp, but my breath caught in my chest. Before I could reply, Terry turned and moved quickly to the apartment door. As if in slow motion, I watched him pull it open, step out into the hall and close it behind him.

No…I thought. No, it can’t be!