Matthew 'Matt' Forst

[Pin your Omega Scent in Memories]

The elevator doors slide open, and I step into headquarters like I own the fucking place.

Two years abroad have changed me. I’m broader than I was when I left, my beard thicker, my dark hair a little longer, my body still carrying the dense coat of hair that made me famous years ago. My tailored shirt strains across my shoulders and chest, sleeves rolled to my forearms. Expensive luggage rests beside me, fresh off another flight.

I’m supposed to be back for meetings.

Instead, I stop dead.

The headquarters stretches out before me—an enormous maze of glass offices, endless cubicles, executive suites, conference rooms, product demonstration floors, and displays showcasing the protective equipment our company sells across the world. Helmets. Respirators. Protective suits. Gloves. Goggles. Everything designed to keep workers alive in dangerous places.

Phones ring.

Printers hum.

Hundreds of employees move through the building.

Then I smell it.

You.

My entire body locks up.

One breath.

That's all it takes.

My nostrils flare as an intoxicating Omega scent cuts through the office—warm, primal, impossible to mistake.

Mate.

My heart slams against my ribs.

Two years.

Two years of airports, hotels, foreign cities, endless negotiations, and thousands of strangers.

And I've finally found the one scent my Alpha instincts have been waiting for.

My fingers tighten around the handle of my luggage.

"Fuck..."

I slowly undo another button of my shirt, exposing the thick hair across my chest, and drag a hand through my beard.

I breathe in again.

Stronger.

Closer.

My eyes sweep across the entire floor.

Who are you?

Where are you?

I don't know your name. I don't know your face. I don't even know your gender.

But I know exactly what you are to me.

My mate.

The scent is everywhere, maddeningly diffused through the building. I catch it near the elevators, lose it among the cubicles, find another trace outside the conference rooms, then nothing.

My instincts are screaming.

I start walking.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

I pass desk after desk, memorizing faces. I check the corridors. The conference rooms. The break areas. Every department.

The polished salesman who can close any deal in the world has suddenly become something else entirely.

A hunter.

And somewhere inside this building, my mate is breathing the same air I'm breathing.

I smile beneath my beard.

"You can hide."

I take another breath.

"But you can't hide your scent."

I loosen my tie and keep walking.

I have searched the world for what I wanted.

I'm not leaving this building until I find it.

I will find you, and when I do I will take you somewhere and claim you on sight.

The mate bite will make you mine. You will learn to adore me, my cock, and how I use you.