Chapter 58

• As an omega growing up, I read countless stories of romances—more than I cared to admit, the paperbacks hidden away under my bed and kept secret from judgemental eyes, mostly my mother. When I was with Zain, I thought that he was it, my soulmate, but he never made me feel the butterflies Aiden did, the nervous hitch in my breath and the flush down my chest whenever he was around. 
• Some nights I did dreams of the scenarios from the endless cliche book I consumed, one where my mate and I lock eyes across a crowded room and feel the anticipation in our gaze, or at a ceremony where we both reach for the last slice of a dessert and sparks fly at the touch of our barely brushed fingers. 
• Those fantasies never amounted to the actual feelings coursing through me as Aiden wrapped his long, lean fingers around my wrist, dragging me to the cabin. The anticipation of what was to come drove my omega neatly wild, barely able to suppress a whine.