A smell hit me like a truck going full speed. Pine trees and winter storms. Leather and something wild and scary and completely overwhelming. It made my wolf go totally crazy inside my head, scratching and clawing to get out. My knees went weak. The cleaning materials fell from my hands, clattering to the floor like my world was falling apart.

"Do you smell that?" a deep voice asked. The voice sent shivers down my spine.

"Honey and wildflowers," another voice answered, rougher than the first. "Like summer and sunshine. Where is it coming from?"

A third voice, softer but just as strong, said, "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever smelled."

But that was impossible. I was just an omega. Just unseen Aisla who cleaned floors and stayed out of sight and never caused trouble for anyone important.

The footsteps got closer. I could hear them breathe now.

My wolf was going crazy inside me. She wanted out. She wanted to run toward that smell, not away from it. She wanted something I didn't understand.

"There," the third voice said, softer than the others but somehow more dangerous. "In the kitchen. She's in there."

The footsteps stopped right outside the door. I could feel them there, waiting.

Deep down, I knew my life was about to change forever.

I could swear I heard three wolves roaring inside my head.

The kitchen door handle turned slowly.

I was about to meet my fate.

Or my doom.


~

I had spent my entire life in the shadows. As a lowly omega, I was used to being overlooked, ignored, and unseen. 

But everything changed on my 18th birthday.

That was the day the Moon Goddess gave me a cruel kind of blessing. 

I had a mate. 

Not just one. 

Not two. 

But all three of the Alpha’s sons, the legendary triplets were bound to me.

I spit out my coffee all over my laptop when I saw Joan's face on my social media feed.


Not because I was excited to see my best friend, but because of what she was doing in the movie. Joan was being cruel to some young girl who just wanted help about singing. Really, really mean.


My hands shook as I watched it again. This couldn't be the same Joan who used to cry over sad movies with me. The same Joan who brought soup to my house when I had the flu. The same Joan who wrote me a birthday song every year.


But there she was, telling this poor girl that not everyone could make it in singing and she should be prepared for rejection. The way Joan said it made her sound cold and heartless, like she liked crushing dreams.


"What the hell, Joan?" I whispered to my empty apartment.


My phone started buzzing with texts from our common friends: "Did you see the Joan video?" "Is this really how she acts now?" "I can't believe she's so mean!"


Chapter 68 - sbsb