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“Go the other way,” I complain.
Everything is wrong. Fucking hell. I think I officially hate navy blue today, too. Hiding all the blue items in my closet, I frown at how bare it looks. Glancing at my phone, I see it’s almost two in the afternoon, and I’m starving.
Opening the nest door, I pop my head out, listening for voices. Not hearing any, I put away the vacuum and pad downstairs to investigate. Sure enough, no one is home. It feelsso odd, but at the same time, the buzzing underneath my skin that I’ve been feeling since they decided to be my shadows is quiet.
I can take a full breath, my blood pressure is normal, and the weird voices that tell me I’m not good enough are silent. I’m not used to being around people all of the time. Even at my dad’s house, I have spaces where I can chill alone.
I need that solace after taking on everyone else’s problems all day. As an empath who deflects her own emotions, I feel everything, and it’s hard to be able to function sometimes. Going to the kitchen, I grab a bottle of water, sliced Swiss cheese from the fridge, and an apple.
“Fuck yes,” I hum, excited for my booty. Shutting the door, I head back upstairs, taking a bite of my apple. It’s crisp and delicious, exactly the texture I want in my mouth.
Smirking at my inadvertently dirty thoughts, I stop on the second floor, walking toward the first door I see. Pushing it open, I inhale deeply, smelling the guys’ combined scents. I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me that these men slept together.
I’m lost as one foot is pulled farther into the room after the other. Leather and whiskey are the strongest, which makes sense as their alpha. He steers their way, even if it’s straight into a storm.
Apple blossoms is the next scent I notice, the crisp, warm scent reminding me of the apple I’m eating as I take another bite. It appears as if my body is trying to tell me something, except I refuse to admit that I need any one of them.
Grapefruit and raspberries are the next scent I smell, the scents reminding me of Domh. I think I miss him the most, because we got the closest first. I hate that I’m in this weird limbo of missing the way he made me feel, because thetreacherous, paranoid voice in my head tells me that it’s all been a lie.
Has it? Or did shit just go wrong?
Round and round my mind goes, and finally as I step further into the room, the scent of orchids fills my senses. It's delicate and light, so different from the powerful beta it belongs to. None of them are soft, overly sweet, or delicate. It simply isn’t in their nature.
A sweatshirt forgotten at the base of the bed attracts my attention, pulling me toward it like a moth to a flame. It’s a beautiful maroon color, perfect to replace the navy of my fuzzy blankets. I don’t know why, but navy isn’t a good color for me. Whenever I look at it, I feel nauseous and unsettled.
Picking up the sweatshirt, I decide I need it on my body. Evan’s shirt is pulled up and over my head, and the sweatshirt replaces it. Bringing the fabric to my nose, I moan as apple blossoms are what I smell.
This is what I want. Pulling the hood over my head, I enjoy the way my body swims in the material. It makes me feel safe and tiny. Nothing like stroking a girl’s ego here and there to get me in a better mood, even if it’s just in my mind.
Drifting through the room as I leave behind Evan’s shirt, I find a dark-green blanket stuffed under a pillow.
“Mine,” I murmur, pulling it away from its hiding place. I’m working on autopilot as I bring the fabric to my nose. The scent of grapefruit and raspberry to my surprise. I would have thought that these men would have put out enough heat to keep everyone warm.
Bundling the blanket in my arms, I begin to scour the room for something that belongs to Caelin or Evan. Instead, I find a photo of the four of them, their arms around each other as they grin at the camera.
Deciding I need it, I take it as well, looking around as I recognize a few of the faces of the women who were at the Whalen Society.
They seem really nice, and they’ll be running the knitting circle next week. So far, the first one went well, though I was nervous. Evan’s mother was there as well as Aiden’s. Upon second glance, I also realize that Meghan’s mother is a part of it as well, something I didn’t know. They look too closely alike not to be related though.
Did they think I’d refuse them if I knew they were related to my asshole scent matches and beta? You know, on second thought, I definitely would have wanted to, though I can rein in my pettiness when necessary.
Pulling myself away from the photos on the wall, I decide to raid their closet, finding a discarded T-shirt that’s sweaty. It may as well be catnip for me, and smells like leather and whiskey. It’s so strong, my eyes roll as I moan.
“Oh my God,” I whine. My body jerks as I fight the need to find them all, call them, beg them to come home. “No, you can handle this. Don’t be weak.”
My skin is covered in goosebumps as I search frantically for the last piece of the puzzle.
“Where are you?” I whisper. I need something that smells like Evan, which is proving difficult because everyone else’s scents are overpowering his. My nose is plastered to the clothing in the closet as I search for it.
Being an omega while nesting is intense. It means intense anxiety until things are perfect in the nest, the need to control everything until someone else does it better, and being obsessive.
I’m hyper focused on the need to find this, while also noticing that my legs are a bit shaky underneath me.
Deciding to feed the beast, I shove a piece of cheese in my mouth, chewing slowly as I continue to look for the perfect piece. Finally, I find a hat, sticking my nose inside of it and inhaling deeply to ensure that I’m not hallucinating Evan’s scent.
He must have recently worn it, because it’s just the right amount of scent.
“Got you,” I rasp, turning and walking slowly back upstairs.