9
" I was thirteen when I figured out this trick.
My pre-awakening came early. Even then, I kicked my own ass to relieve stress. When I caught the first baby whiff of my omega perfume, I panicked, just ran and kept running, knowing that as soon as I started to mature, I’d be on the auction block.
A toy for alphas who’ll never see me as a real girl.
I ran so hard, so long, and so fast that the pheromones went away.
When my perfume came back, a track workout sent that shit packing.
The next day, I danced for eight hours and my hormones heard the message. We’re not doing this awakening thing. "
― Lola Rock , Pack Darling: Part One (Pack Darling, #1)
10
" An omega in heat is a mindless creature, all need and no logic. We crave sex and security. The bite of our alpha. Knots and sweet nothings.
It’s supposed to be bliss when you have it all.
The cozy nest and the pack of growly protective alphas bending over backward, sideways, and doggy style to make you scream and make you smile.
If they’re a scent match—your true, destined, meant-to-be-mates—you’ll spend your whole lives craving to be together, craving each other in a way that demands constant closeness and kisses. Their pheromones and attention melt you into goo, and yours turn them into loyal knights dedicated to satisfying your every need.
I know better.
That dream’s a sales pitch, and I’m not buying. "
― Lola Rock , Pack Darling: Part One (Pack Darling, #1)
16
" I know what this means.
A scent match.
Destiny. Fate. My meant-to-be mates.
Omegas have an extra fail-safe when it comes to finding our matches. We don’t need to be awakened to recognize their scents.
To them, my scent is nothing.
To me, theirs is everything I can never have.
I refuse to let them recognize me, to see me any deeper than they already have when it felt like they were staring into my soul.
If they figure out what I am, I’ll be trapped with a pack that would rather see me dead than in their beds.
I refuse to be bound, let alone become a home-wrecker. After years of bullshit omega brawls, the last thing I’ll ever do is steal another omega’s mate. If anyone had bothered to mention—oh, by the way, we’re placing you in a pack that already has a mated omega—I never would’ve signed that offer.
Never ever. "
― Lola Rock , Pack Darling: Part One (Pack Darling, #1)
