CHAPTER 50
DYLAN
It’s beenthree weeks since we arrived in Canada, and Olive’s scent starts to change.
The first day we rescued her, she smelled of herself, mixed with a hint of sourness, and slick.
Now that we’re bonded, we’re more attuned to the delicate notes of her essence, and they’re changing.
It’s fucking delicious.
When she’s not hanging out with Hannah, she’s working on tech stuff with Brock, or learning knife and self-defense skills with Killian.
Or she’s learning how to cook with me.
But today, as she’s whisking egg yolks, a hiss escapes her and she doubles over and moans, clutching her stomach.
As I come closer, her scent intensifies, and it almost knocks me off my feet.
My inner Alpha roars, desperate to take her on the kitchen floor, but I fight the urge.
“It’s coming soon,” she pants. “I’m not used to these suppressants, and I have a feeling this is a violent side effect.”
“Lucky us,” I murmur, flashing her a smile.
The corners of her eyes crinkle as she smiles back through the discomfort. “Lucky us.”
“Everything okay?” Brocks asks as he and Killian turn the corner, looking as panicked as I felt.
But as they step closer, their nostrils flare and understanding dawns on their faces.
“Holy fuck,” Killian murmurs, his pupils blown.
“And, that’s my cue to leave,” Hannah announces from the living room, hopping \ off of the couch and heading towards the door. “See you soon, Olive. I’m gonna go text Daniel.”
Brock frowns. “Who?” He asks, as the door slams.
Olive chuckles. “It’s a long story. But your cousin’s in love. Congrats.”
He shakes his head, then turns his attention back to Olive as she stands back upright. “Do you need anything?”
“Or anyone?” Killian asks pointedly, and I roll my eyes.
But she continues to whisk the eggs as if nothing happened. “I need as many fucking blankets and pillows you can get me,” she barks, staring directly into the saucepan. “I need to make a giant nest. I feel it in mysoul.”
The idea of her, spread out before us like a beautiful offering, letting us into her nest…
“On it,” all three of us say at once.
She rolls her eyes and smiles.
* * *
It’ssurreal to see a drone dropping off a five-thousand-dollar delivery of blankets, throws, and pillows, but here we are.
Thankfully, we don’t need candles this time.
Killian and I prepare them for her, overflowing her bed with so many fabrics they start to spill off the edge.