Chapter 5 Lovesick pup

/Nelson/

Sunny and I both smelled her at once.

That scent. That pull. That raw, unfiltered power that burned right through the night air and sank into my skin.

Our mate.

Sunny’s voice echoed in my head, full of certainty this time. My pulse quickened. It wasn’t a question anymore it was a fact.

But when we got closer, the scent was gone. Just gone. Like it had never been there.

I stopped, sniffing the air again, frustrated. Where did she go?

Was the Moon Goddess playing tricks on me? Was she teasing me with what I’d wanted for so damn long?

Sunny growled in frustration, pacing inside my chest. She was here. I swear it. Her scent was wild and very different. Not like any wolf I’ve ever smelled.

I moved deeper into the trees, following the faintest trace left behind. Then I saw her.

The omega from earlier.

The one who made my control snap the moment her hand brushed mine. The one who made my body react before I even knew her name.

And she was even more breathtaking under the moonlight. Wet hair clinging to her neck, eyes glowing faint gold in the dark, her posture strong, unyielding. For an omega, she didn’t move like she belonged at the bottom of any pack.

Her confidence… hell, it was intoxicating.

The way she looked at me defiant, fearless it hit something inside me I didn’t know existed.

I hadn’t planned to challenge her. But when she threw that teasing line at me, my mouth moved before my brain could catch up.

And then she attacked.

She was fast and every moves of hers were precise and controlled.

Every move she made screamed trained. Her strikes weren’t random they were meant to test me, measure me, provoke me.

And she did.

My wolf roared with approval every time she met my strength head-on. She wasn’t just fighting; she was playing. And I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had dared to play with me.

When I finally pinned her to the tree, her eyes met mine gold, fierce, burning and something inside me shifted. My hand was on her neck, not to hurt, but to claim. And for a moment, I almost did.

Almost.

Then her scent changed flickered, like it was fighting to stay hidden and she pulled back so fast it left me dizzy.

Sunny went quiet for the first time in years. Just breathing, watching, trying to understand what we’d just encountered.

How could a wolfless omega fight like that?

How could she smell like every kind of power I’d ever known and yet none at all?

And why, for the first time in my life, did I feel like I was the one being hunted?

I stood there for a while after she disappeared into the trees, staring at the spot where her scent had faded.

Sunny was restless, pacing and growling inside me, tail high, energy crackling through every nerve.

She’s not just an omega, he rumbled. You felt that, didn’t you? There’s power in her. Layers of it.

“I know,” I muttered aloud, dragging a hand through my hair. My body still burned from where she’d touched me. “There’s something about her I can’t place.”

Sunny growled again, softer this time. We need someone like that in our pack and it not like they have any use of her here.

“Yeah you right about that,” I said under my breath, “but she’s hiding something.”

It wasn’t just instinct it was certainty. The way her scent vanished mid-fight, the flicker of color in her eyes, the way her power rolled and then disappeared like smoke. No ordinary omega could do that.

I’d met witches who couldn’t mask energy that cleanly. I’d fought vampires who couldn’t shift their aura that fast. But she… she did it like breathing.

I turned back toward the pack house, jaw tight. The night wind carried faint traces of her scent still sweet, dangerous, wild. It coiled around me like a silent promise.

“I’m certain she has more to her,” I said, mostly to myself. “And there’s no way in hell I’m leaving this pack tomorrow without her.”

Sunny’s satisfaction pulsed in my chest. Finally, he murmured, smug. You’re starting to think like me.

I exhaled, trying to steady my pulse, but the truth was my mind had already decided.

Whatever she was hiding, whatever she was running from… I was going to find out.

That night, I couldn’t sleep.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her those gold-flecked eyes, that defiant smirk, the way her breath hitched when I pinned her against the tree.

The way my hand fit perfectly against her throat.

Sunny was no help either. He wouldn’t shut up. She’s close, he kept saying, there is more to her you know. But the attraction is insane.

I turned over for what felt like the hundredth time, dragging a hand down my face. “Shut up, Sunny,” I muttered. “I’m not some lovesick pup.”

Obviously I know that… and with the way my wolf was behaving one would think she’s our mate.