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Finn is focused on continuing the success of his family’s bakery. Eventually, he’ll settle down with an alpha and start a family, but for now, he’s content to satisfy his needs with casual hook-ups. Then a gorgeous stranger walks into the bakery, and Finn’s whole world shifts.
Levi’s father was a wolf shifter, but he was raised by his human mother and—like most hybrids—has never shown any wolf characteristics. That all changes when he enters Lupine Bakery and every instinct tells him the omega behind the counter is his.
Both Finn and Levi try to ignore what their hearts and bodies are telling them, but an unexpected pregnancy may force them to face what fate has in store.
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The bakery door jingled as a gust of cool autumn wind rushed in, bringing with it the most amazing scent I’d ever smelled. Earthy, with cinnamon, clove, and something that screamed pure sex. At first I thought alpha wolf. Then I thought human, though no human had ever smelled that strong or alluring. My cock swelled as I drew in a deeper breath, making me thankful for the apron I was wearing.
Focus. Don’t look his way. I swallowed hard, then realized I’d wrung Mrs. Adams’s cake up twice. “Oh sorry, let me try that again.”
She smiled. “I’m not in a hurry, dear.”
Mrs. Adams had been coming to the bakery regularly ever since my parents opened it. After they passed away and I took over, she remained one of my most loyal customers. Today she was picking up a cake decorated with fall leaves and pumpkins for her bridge club as well as an assortment of her husband’s favorite Danishes.
There. Now the total looked right. “That will be $45.83.”
She handed me her card, and I ran it and gave it back along with her receipt. “I hope you and the other ladies enjoy the cake.”
“Oh I’m sure we will, dear. Everything you make is always perfect.”
“Do you need any help getting to your car?”
“No, I’ve got it.” She set the bag with the Danishes on top of the cake box and picked them up. “You have a good day.”
“You too, Mrs. Adams.”
After she turned to go, I finally allowed myself to look at the man whose scent was driving me insane and making my jeans very uncomfortable.
He was taller than me, but then most men were. His hair was dark and wavy, and his brown eyes were flecked with gold. I’d been confident he’d never come in the bakery before because I could never forget a scent like that, but after I saw him, I didn’t have a single doubt. I would’ve done everything in my considerable power to seduce a man who looked like he did.
I might be an omega, but I wasn’t one to sit around and wait for a man to proposition me. I knew what I wanted, and I went after it as often as I could. Since I’d taken over running the bakery, I didn’t have a lot of time for going out. Having to be at work at three AM made going out to clubs next to impossible.
The stranger smiled, which only made him hotter. He had dimples—fucking dimples—and boyish charm—more of it than anyone should have the right to. I doubted he was younger than my twenty-two years, but he couldn’t be much older. Interest sparked in his eyes when I met his gaze. If the goddess favored me at all, he would be the one to end my dry spell.
“Can I help you?” I asked, my voice coming out huskier than I meant it to.
Mr. Smells Like Heaven took his time examining the treats in the cases. I wished he’d examine me the same way.
“What do you recommend? I’ve only lived in Emsworth for a few weeks, and I’ve never been in here.”
“I thought you were new.”
I nodded. “I would’ve remembered you.”
“Oh.” He looked down at the baked goods case again. “I guess that’s good.”
“It’s very good.” I assured him, hoping my smile didn’t look too predatory.
I loved that he was both shy and hot. Something told me he wouldn’t be shy in bed, though. No one who smelled so strongly of alpha would be, though his scent still confused me. Was he human or a wolf? He must be a hybrid, but they rarely smelled so wolfish.
“Tell me what you like, and I’ll help you decide. Something rich and chocolaty? Something tart?” I lowered my voice. “Or something filled with cream?”
His eyes widened, and he sputtered a bit. Had I gone too far? Did I care?
“Um. Cream. Cream sounds good.”
“It always does to me.” My wolf added a bit of a growl at the end.
I could hear his harsh exhale. Back down. Don’t scare the human.
I slid open the refrigerated case and pulled out an éclair. “One of these should be perfect for you then. Would you like it for here or to go?” Please say here.
He glanced around as if noticing the tables for the first time. “Um…here’s good.”
“Excellent.” I turned and grabbed a plate, giving him time to get a good look at my ass.
“Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Tea?”
He glanced up at the drink menu, started to say something, then shook his head and said. “I’ll have a small coffee.”
I wanted to ask what he’d initially intended to order, but I just handed him a cup and a lid. “The coffee’s to your left.” I gestured toward our coffee bar. “We have dark roast, medium roast, and decaf.”