Page 99 of The Boss Omega
Inside, I can see them. Lucy sits in a reclining chair meant for the patients. Silas pulls a chair close and sits beside her. He leans in when she speaks, listening closely, his large hand resting lightly on the arm of her chair.
After a minute he reaches down and carefully tucks Lucy’s blanket more securely around her legs. The gesture is so natural it makes my chest ache.
My omega sighs. She doesn’t need words to convey that she thinks he’s perfect. And, for once, I don’t argue with her. She’s right.
He takes care of people. Not in big, flashy ways, but in quiet, steady ones. He takes care of Lucy. Of Graham. Of Saint, even when Saint makes things difficult. And me.
Especiallyme.
I rest my head back against the leather seat and stare through the window at him. For days I’ve known the pull I feel toward him is more than instinct. It’s more than scent. More than pheromones.
It’shim.
His patience. His steadiness. His quiet strength. The way he cares so deeply for the people who matter to him.
A slow warmth spreads through my chest as the realization settles in. I love him. Not because he’s my scent match. Not because my omega wants him. Because he’s Silas.
Fifteen minutes later the clinic doors slide open and he steps out. I sit up a little straighter in the back seat as he crosses the parking lot. The afternoon sun catches in his dark hair, broad shoulders rolling beneath his shirt as he walks. His rich whiskey and honey scent hits me the second the door opens.
Mine.
“Everything okay?” I ask immediately.
He nods once, scrubbing a hand down his beard. “She’s good. Excited.” A small smile tugs at his mouth. “She keeps saying this is the last one. God, I hope she’s right.”
My chest goes soft all over again. I must make some strange expression, because Silas turns fully toward me, brows drawing together.
“Something wrong, little bird?”
The words burst out of me before I can overthink them. “I love you.”
Silas freezes. For half a heartbeat he just stares at me. Then a deep, possessive growl rolls through him. “I love you too.”
My omega punches hard against my ribs.
Silas’ hand closes around the back of my neck and he pulls me against him, mouth coming down on mine. Our kiss is all heat and possession. His scent rolls over me, mostly whiskey now, with just a hint of honey around the edges. He presses his nose against my throat, breathing me in before dragging his mouth along my neck.
He scent marks me slowly, the rough scrape of his beard sending shivers down my spine. When he finally pulls back, I’m breathless.
“I wish we weren’t in a cancer treatment center parking lot in broad daylight. I’d like to prove how much I love you right now.”
Silas huffs a quiet laugh, resting his forehead against mine. “Probably for the best,” he says.
His thumb brushes my jaw, expression settling back into something more serious.
“I meant what I said before,” he continues. “About Saint.”
Not this again.
Silas’s mouth and hands are amazing, believe me. But I want my alpha.Allof him. Especially now that I know how much I love him. And that he loves me too.
“You deserve an alpha who can lead his pack,” he says quietly. “And I haven’t done that yet.”
“Silas,” I say softly.
His jaw tightens. “I’ll fix it,” he adds.
I reach up and cup his cheek, forcing his gaze back to mine. “Silas,” I repeat. “I love you. The Saint thing will work itself out. Or it won’t.”
