Chapter One
The body lay in perfect repose on the Victorian fainting couch, looking more like a sleeping beauty than a victim. Detective Sarah Chen had seen enough death in her ten years with the Metropolitan Police's Special Cases Unit to know that natural death never looked this peaceful. Something was very, very wrong. 'No signs of struggle, no marks on the body, and yet...' She leaned closer, studying the victim's face. Charlotte Mills, aged 28, was found by her roommate this morning, apparently having passed away in her sleep. Her expression was serene, almost blissful, but her eyes - those were what caught Sarah's attention. Behind the closed lids, her eyes were moving rapidly, as if still deep in REM sleep. "You see it too, don't you?" The voice came from behind her, rich and cultured with a slight Irish lilt. "She's still dreaming." Sarah turned to find a tall man in an impeccably tailored charcoal suit standing in the doorway. He hadn't been there a moment ago, she was certain of it. His dark hair was streaked with silver at the temples, and his eyes were an unusual shade of amber that seemed to shift color in the light. "This is a closed crime scene," she said firmly, her hand instinctively moving toward her weapon. "How did you get in here?" He smiled, but it didn't reach those strange eyes. "Dr. Marcus Thorne," he said, pulling out a card that somehow both looked official and seemed to shimmer slightly. "I'm a consulting specialist with the Department's new Oneiric Phenomena Division." "The what division?" Sarah frowned, taking the card. The moment her fingers touched it, she felt a slight electric tingle, and the letters seemed to rearrange themselves before her eyes. "Dreams, Detective Chen. We investigate crimes involving dreams." He moved into the room with fluid grace, his attention fixed on the victim. "And this is the third one this month." Sarah's mind raced. There had been two other deaths recently - both young women, both found peacefully dead in their sleep. She'd seen the reports but hadn't made the connection until now. "How do you know about those cases?" "Because I've been tracking the killer for quite some time." Thorne knelt beside the body, his eyes now definitely more gold than amber. "He's what we call a Dream Collector - someone who has learned to enter and steal dreams. But this one has developed a taste for more than just dreams. He's taking souls." Under normal circumstances, Sarah would have dismissed such talk as nonsense. But there was something about the scene, about the victim's still-moving eyes, about Thorne himself, that made the impossible seem suddenly plausible. "If you're tracking him," she said carefully, "why haven't you caught him?" Thorne's expression darkened. "Because he only appears in dreams. The physical world is my domain, but his... his is the realm of sleep. To catch him, we need someone who can walk between both worlds." He turned those unsettling eyes on her. "Someone like you." "Me?" Sarah almost laughed, but the sound died in her throat as memories she'd long suppressed began to surface. The dreams that felt too real, the nights she'd awakened to find objects moved in her room, the way she sometimes knew things she couldn't possibly know... "You've always known you were different, haven't you, Detective?" Thorne's voice was gentle now. "The dreams that come true, the hunches that turn out to be right, the way you can sometimes see how people died just by touching objects they owned..." Sarah took an involuntary step back. "How do you know about that?" "Because I've been looking for someone like you. A Natural - someone born with the ability to cross the threshold between waking and dreaming." He gestured to the victim. "Charlotte here won't be his last. There will be others, and their souls will remain trapped in an eternal dream unless we stop him." Just then, the victim's hand twitched, her fingers moving as if writing something. Sarah moved closer, watching as invisible words were traced in the air. Thorne pulled out what looked like an antique monocle and held it up. Through its lens, golden letters shimmered in the air where Charlotte's fingers moved. "Help me," Thorne read aloud. "He's coming for the others." Sarah felt a chill run down her spine. She looked at the victim's peaceful face, at those restlessly moving eyes, and made a decision that would change her life forever. "Tell me what I need to do." Thorne's smile was grim. "First, you need to learn to control your abilities. Then..." he held up the monocle, through which Sarah could now see strange symbols glowing all around the room, "you need to learn to hunt in dreams." Outside the Victorian townhouse, storm clouds gathered, and Sarah Chen, homicide detective and newly discovered dream walker, took her first step into a world where nightmares were real, and death was just another kind of sleep.
Chapter Two
The basement of the Natural History Museum was the last place Sarah expected to find the headquarters of a secret dream investigation unit. Yet here she was, following Thorne through a maze of storage rooms filled with artifacts that seemed to pulse with their own inner light. "The mundane world only sees what it expects to see," Thorne explained, using an ornate key to unlock a heavy wooden door marked 'Private Collection.' "To them, this is just museum storage. To us, it's the largest collection of dream artifacts in the Western Hemisphere." The room beyond defied physics. It stretched impossibly far, filled with glass cases containing everything from ancient masks to modern-looking devices. Floating orbs of soft light illuminated collections of bottled dreams - actual dreams, swirling like liquid mercury behind glass. "Your badge, Detective," Thorne held out his hand. Sarah hesitated before handing over her police credentials. He placed it on a strange device that looked like a Victorian music box crossed with a computer. When he returned the badge, it felt different - heavier, somehow more real. "Now you'll be able to access both worlds officially," he said. "Look at it again." The badge had changed. Alongside her regular police credentials, new text had appeared: 'Special Inspector, Oneiric Investigations Division.' The letters seemed to shift between English and something older, something that made her eyes water if she looked too long. "Before we can hunt the Dream Collector, you need to understand what you're dealing with." Thorne led her to a case containing what looked like a normal pillow. "Touch it." Sarah reached out hesitantly. The moment her fingers made contact, the world tilted. She was suddenly standing in someone else's dream - a sunny beach, but the sky was green and the sand whispered secrets. She jerked her hand back, gasping. "Good," Thorne nodded approvingly. "Most people can't pull back from their first dream artifact. You have natural barriers." "What was that?" Sarah's heart was racing. "A dream fragment from 1892. A young girl's last dream before the influenza took her." His voice softened. "We preserve them here. Dreams carry memories, emotions, sometimes even pieces of souls." "And this Dream Collector... he takes entire souls?" Sarah remembered Charlotte Mills' peaceful face and restless eyes. "He traps them in eternal dreams, feeding off their essence." Thorne moved to another case, this one containing what looked like a cracked mirror. "Each victim becomes part of his collection, their souls powering his abilities, letting him dreamwalk without natural talent like yours." Suddenly, the cracked mirror began to frost over. In its surface, Sarah saw Charlotte Mills' face, mouth open in a silent scream. Then another face appeared - another victim, she presumed - and another. "He's showing off," Thorne growled. "He knows we're investigating." The temperature in the room dropped dramatically. Frost patterns spread from the mirror to nearby cases, and Sarah heard what sounded like distant laughter. "Well, well," a voice echoed through the room, seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere. "A new player in the game. And such interesting dreams you have, Detective Chen." Sarah felt something brush against her mind, like cold fingers trying to pry open a door. Instinctively, she slammed her mental barriers shut. The presence withdrew, but not before leaving behind an impression of amusement. "He's already caught your scent," Thorne said grimly. He pulled out a small velvet bag and removed what looked like a dreamcatcher made of silver wire and black pearls. "Wear this when you sleep. It won't keep him out entirely, but it'll stop him from stealing your dreams while you're still learning to defend yourself." As Sarah took the dreamcatcher, her fingers brushed Thorne's, and suddenly she was hit with a flash of his dreams - centuries of memories, battles fought in realms of sleep, and a profound sense of loss that made her gasp. Thorne withdrew his hand quickly. "Your abilities are stronger than I thought. We'll need to work on your control." "What are you?" Sarah asked directly. "You're not just some government consultant, are you?" Before he could answer, an alarm began to sound throughout the facility. One of the dream bottles had turned black, its contents writhing like smoke. "He's hunting again," Thorne said, already moving toward the exit. "Someone in the city has just entered their last dream. Are you ready for your first real case, Detective?" Sarah touched her new badge, feeling its power hum under her fingers. "Do we have time to save them?" "If we're lucky, we might catch him in the act. But remember - in dreams, he's incredibly powerful. One wrong move and you could lose your soul." As they rushed from the dream archive, Sarah caught one last glimpse of the cracked mirror. In its surface, she saw her own reflection smile back at her with eyes that weren't quite her own. The hunt was about to begin.
Chapter Two
The basement of the Natural History Museum was the last place Sarah expected to find the headquarters of a secret dream investigation unit. Yet here she was, following Thorne through a maze of storage rooms filled with artifacts that seemed to pulse with their own inner light. "The mundane world only sees what it expects to see," Thorne explained, using an ornate key to unlock a heavy wooden door marked 'Private Collection.' "To them, this is just museum storage. To us, it's the largest collection of dream artifacts in the Western Hemisphere." The room beyond defied physics. It stretched impossibly far, filled with glass cases containing everything from ancient masks to modern-looking devices. Floating orbs of soft light illuminated collections of bottled dreams - actual dreams, swirling like liquid mercury behind glass. "Your badge, Detective," Thorne held out his hand. Sarah hesitated before handing over her police credentials. He placed it on a strange device that looked like a Victorian music box crossed with a computer. When he returned the badge, it felt different - heavier, somehow more real. "Now you'll be able to access both worlds officially," he said. "Look at it again." The badge had changed. Alongside her regular police credentials, new text had appeared: 'Special Inspector, Oneiric Investigations Division.' The letters seemed to shift between English and something older, something that made her eyes water if she looked too long. "Before we can hunt the Dream Collector, you need to understand what you're dealing with." Thorne led her to a case containing what looked like a normal pillow. "Touch it." Sarah reached out hesitantly. The moment her fingers made contact, the world tilted. She was suddenly standing in someone else's dream - a sunny beach, but the sky was green and the sand whispered secrets. She jerked her hand back, gasping. "Good," Thorne nodded approvingly. "Most people can't pull back from their first dream artifact. You have natural barriers." "What was that?" Sarah's heart was racing. "A dream fragment from 1892. A young girl's last dream before the influenza took her." His voice softened. "We preserve them here. Dreams carry memories, emotions, sometimes even pieces of souls." "And this Dream Collector... he takes entire souls?" Sarah remembered Charlotte Mills' peaceful face and restless eyes. "He traps them in eternal dreams, feeding off their essence." Thorne moved to another case, this one containing what looked like a cracked mirror. "Each victim becomes part of his collection, their souls powering his abilities, letting him dreamwalk without natural talent like yours." Suddenly, the cracked mirror began to frost over. In its surface, Sarah saw Charlotte Mills' face, mouth open in a silent scream. Then another face appeared - another victim, she presumed - and another. "He's showing off," Thorne growled. "He knows we're investigating." The temperature in the room dropped dramatically. Frost patterns spread from the mirror to nearby cases, and Sarah heard what sounded like distant laughter. "Well, well," a voice echoed through the room, seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere. "A new player in the game. And such interesting dreams you have, Detective Chen." Sarah felt something brush against her mind, like cold fingers trying to pry open a door. Instinctively, she slammed her mental barriers shut. The presence withdrew, but not before leaving behind an impression of amusement. "He's already caught your scent," Thorne said grimly. He pulled out a small velvet bag and removed what looked like a dreamcatcher made of silver wire and black pearls. "Wear this when you sleep. It won't keep him out entirely, but it'll stop him from stealing your dreams while you're still learning to defend yourself." As Sarah took the dreamcatcher, her fingers brushed Thorne's, and suddenly she was hit with a flash of his dreams - centuries of memories, battles fought in realms of sleep, and a profound sense of loss that made her gasp. Thorne withdrew his hand quickly. "Your abilities are stronger than I thought. We'll need to work on your control." "What are you?" Sarah asked directly. "You're not just some government consultant, are you?" Before he could answer, an alarm began to sound throughout the facility. One of the dream bottles had turned black, its contents writhing like smoke. "He's hunting again," Thorne said, already moving toward the exit. "Someone in the city has just entered their last dream. Are you ready for your first real case, Detective?" Sarah touched her new badge, feeling its power hum under her fingers. "Do we have time to save them?" "If we're lucky, we might catch him in the act. But remember - in dreams, he's incredibly powerful. One wrong move and you could lose your soul." As they rushed from the dream archive, Sarah caught one last glimpse of the cracked mirror. In its surface, she saw her own reflection smile back at her with eyes that weren't quite her own. The hunt was about to begin.
Chapter Three
They arrived at St. Bartholomew's Hospital just as the emergency lights began to flash. Sarah followed Thorne through corridors that seemed to blur at the edges of her vision, her new badge somehow clearing their path without ever being shown. "Room 307," Thorne said, his voice tight with urgency. "Young male, admitted for minor surgery, slipped into an unusual coma during recovery." The patient, David Parker, age 23, lay perfectly still on his hospital bed, his eyes moving rapidly beneath closed lids. Just like Charlotte Mills. But this time, something was different - the air around him rippled like heat waves over hot asphalt. "He's still in the process of taking him," Thorne said, pulling out what looked like an antique pocket watch. "We can follow if we're quick. Are you ready for your first dream dive?" Sarah's heart pounded. "What do I need to do?" "Take my hand. Focus on the patient. Let your consciousness slip between the moments of reality." Thorne's eyes began to glow that strange amber color. "And whatever you see in there, remember - dream logic is real logic in that world." Sarah grasped Thorne's hand and looked at David Parker. The world tilted, twisted, and suddenly... They were standing in a hospital corridor that wasn't quite right. The walls breathed slowly, the floor was made of flowing water that somehow supported their weight, and the ceiling was a swirling mass of constellation maps. "His dreamscape," Thorne explained, his voice echoing strangely. "Every dreamer creates their own reality. Look." Down the impossible corridor, a figure in a doctor's coat was leading David Parker by the hand. But the 'doctor' was wrong - his shadow moved independently, reaching out with grasping tendrils towards other dreams that floated past like soap bubbles. "The Dream Collector," Sarah whispered. As if hearing his name, the figure turned. Sarah's breath caught. His face was a beautiful mask of shifting features, never settling on one form, but his eyes... his eyes were endless pits of swirling dreams. "Ah, the new dreamer," his voice was like silk over broken glass. "And my old friend Marcus. Still trying to police the dream worlds?" Thorne stepped forward, and Sarah noticed his appearance had changed in the dream. His suit was now made of living shadows, and wings of dark light stretched from his shoulders. "Let him go, Collector. You've taken enough souls." The Collector laughed, the sound causing the hospital walls to crack, leaking golden dream-light. "Taken? Oh, Marcus, you still don't understand. They give themselves to me. Show her, David." The young man turned, and Sarah saw his eyes were glassy with bliss. "It's beautiful here," he said dreamily. "All my pain is gone. All my fears. He takes them all away." "By taking everything you are," Sarah found herself saying. She took a step forward, instinctively reaching for her police badge. In the dream, it transformed into a shield of pure light. "David, this isn't real healing. It's theft." The Collector's face rippled with anger. "You dare interrupt my collection?" The corridor began to twist, reality bending around them. "Let me show you what happens to those who interfere with my work." Suddenly, the floor beneath Sarah liquefied completely. She started to sink, but instead of water, she was drowning in dreams - thousands of them, each containing a fragment of someone's stolen soul. She saw Charlotte Mills dancing endlessly in a ballroom of mirrors, saw other victims trapped in perfect moments that had become eternal prisons. "Sarah!" Thorne's voice cut through the chaos. "Remember - dream logic! Make your own rules!" Dream logic. Sarah closed her eyes, focusing on her years of police work, of protecting people, of solving puzzles. When she opened them, her badge-shield had transformed into a sword of pure thought. With a cry, she slashed through the dream-flood. Reality reasserted itself - or at least, this dream's version of reality. She stood on solid ground again, facing the Collector. "Impressive," he purred, but she sensed uncertainty in his voice. "You're stronger than the usual dreamers Marcus recruits. Perhaps we could make a deal..." "No deals," Sarah said firmly. She could feel her power growing, reshaping the dream around them. "David, look at what he really is. Look with your heart, not your fears." For a moment, David's eyes cleared. The Collector's beautiful mask slipped, revealing something ancient and hungry beneath. David screamed, pulling away from the creature's grasp. The Collector snarled, his form shifting into something monstrous. "If I can't have him willingly..." Shadows exploded from his body, reaching for David. What happened next seemed to unfold in slow motion. Thorne spread his dark wings, shielding David. Sarah's sword of thought became a net of light, trapping some of the shadows. But the Collector himself simply... stepped sideways, vanishing into a door that appeared in the air. "Sweet dreams, detectives," his voice lingered behind. "We'll meet again soon. After all, Sarah, your dreams are particularly... appetizing." The dreamscape began to dissolve. Sarah felt Thorne grab her arm, pulling her back through layers of reality. Then... They were standing in the hospital room again. David Parker was awake, gasping, but alive and whole. A nurse was rushing in, responding to his sudden revival. "We saved one," Thorne said quietly. "But he'll be angry now. And he'll come for you." Sarah touched her badge, still feeling echoes of its dream-power. "Good," she said grimly. "Because I have some questions for him about Charlotte Mills. And about what you really are, Marcus Thorne." Thorne's expression was unreadable. "All in time, Detective. For now, you need to rest. Tomorrow, your real training begins." As they left the hospital, Sarah could have sworn she saw her shadow move independently, reaching for dreams that floated just beyond the edge of sight. The world would never look quite the same again.
Chapter Four
Sarah's apartment looked different when she returned that night. The shadows seemed deeper, more alive, and ordinary objects cast reflections that didn't quite match reality. The dreamcatcher Thorne had given her pulsed softly in her pocket, responding to the changed way she now saw the world. She was exhausted but afraid to sleep. The Collector's words echoed in her mind: 'Your dreams are particularly appetizing.' Instead, she spread her case files across the coffee table - photographs of Charlotte Mills, the other victims, and now David Parker's medical records. A soft chime from her badge interrupted her concentration. The metal had grown warm, and when she touched it, words appeared in that strange shifting script: 'Archive. Now. Emergency.' The museum was different at night. Sarah's new badge led her through doors that hadn't existed during her first visit, down stairs that seemed to descend far deeper than the building's foundation should allow. She found Thorne in a circular room she hadn't seen before, surrounded by floating screens of light that showed various dreamscapes. "We have a problem," he said without preamble. "The Collector's attack pattern has changed. Look." The screens shifted, showing a map of the city overlaid with points of light. "Each light is a dreamer," Thorne explained. "The blue ones are normal dreams. The red..." He gestured, and several dots pulsed an angry crimson. "Those are nightmares being actively shaped by outside forces." "He's attacking multiple targets at once?" "No." Thorne's expression was grim. "He's leaving traps. Dream-snares. Anyone who falls asleep in these areas risks being pulled into a constructed nightmare. He's trying to overwhelm our ability to respond." Sarah studied the pattern of red dots. "They're forming a shape... a symbol?" "A summoning circle." A new voice joined them. Sarah turned to see an elderly woman emerging from what appeared to be a door made of starlight. Her eyes were milk-white, but she moved with absolute certainty. "Sarah, meet Dr. Eleanor Price, the Archive's keeper," Thorne said. "And yes, she's blind in the waking world, but in dreams..." "I see everything," Eleanor finished. Her unseeing eyes fixed on Sarah with uncomfortable accuracy. "Including what our friend the Collector is truly planning. He's not just taking souls anymore. He's building toward something larger." She gestured, and the room transformed around them. They were suddenly standing in what looked like a vast library, but the books were made of dreams, their pages flowing like liquid memory. "Every dream ever archived is stored here," Eleanor explained. "Including the oldest nightmares of humanity. The Collector isn't just a thief - he's trying to wake something that should stay sleeping. Something we locked away centuries ago." She pulled a book from the shelf, and its pages burst open, projecting a scene of ancient horror - a time when the boundary between dreams and reality was thinner, when nightmares could walk in daylight. "The Last Nightmare," Thorne said softly. "We thought it was safely contained, but if he completes that summoning circle..." A sudden tremor ran through the Archive. One of the red dots on the map had grown larger, pulsing violently. "He's starting," Eleanor's voice was urgent. "Sarah, you need to see something before you face this." She pressed her fingers to Sarah's forehead, and suddenly... She was in a memory. A younger Thorne stood with a woman who looked remarkably like Sarah herself, facing down a shadow that threatened to devour the world. The woman - another dream detective? - sacrificed herself to help seal away the nightmare. "Your mother," Eleanor's voice echoed in her mind. "She was one of us. Her sacrifice helped lock away the Last Nightmare, but the Collector has never stopped trying to free it. And now he's found you - her daughter, with her power." The vision ended abruptly as another tremor shook the Archive. More red dots were pulsing on the map. "Why didn't you tell me?" Sarah demanded, turning to Thorne. "Because I promised her I'd keep you away from this life," he replied, pain evident in his voice. "But now the Collector knows who you are, and we're running out of time." "The summoning circle will be complete at the next new moon," Eleanor added. "Three days from now. If the Last Nightmare wakes..." "Then we stop him before that happens," Sarah said firmly, though her mind was reeling from the revelations. "How do we break these dream-snares?" "It's dangerous," Thorne warned. "Each one is a trap designed specifically for dream walkers. If you're caught..." "Then you'll just have to watch my back," Sarah said. She touched her badge, feeling its power respond. "Where do we start?" Eleanor smiled, her blind eyes somehow twinkling. "First, you need to understand what you truly inherited from your mother. It's time you learned about the true history of the dream walkers - and why the Collector fears your bloodline above all others." As if in response to Eleanor's words, the books around them began to glow, their pages rustling with the weight of secrets about to be revealed. In the map above, the red dots pulsed like a countdown to catastrophe, and Sarah realized she had less than three days to master powers she never knew she had. The true game was about to begin.
1. Bayi (1)
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Ini tidak seperti ini membuatmu menjadi unicorn, Baby, kataku pada diriku sendiri, berhati-hati untuk bernapas melalui gigiku saat kuku jariku menggali dengan cemas label botol bir, merobek-robek kertas lembab menjadi pita-pita.
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Aku menegang di bangku bar saat lengan berotot berwarna kecokelatan menopang dirinya di langkan di sampingku. Satu kedutan kepalaku ke arah pria itu dan aku melihat rompi kulit dari sudut mataku. Sial. Seorang pengendara motor. Dan ooohhhhhh fuuuuck, baunya seperti pai apel, sampai ke kulit pastry mentega yang menggiurkan. Tiba-tiba, aku ingin menaruh tanganku di atas meja, melemparkan pantatku ke udara, dan merengek minta ampun sampai dia mengisinya dengan- nya.
"Sialan," bisiknya, mengambil langkah lebih dekat saat aku memenuhi udara dengan parfum yang membutuhkan. "Berharga, apa yang kau lakukan di sini sendirian? Apakah kau... apakah ini kelompokmu?"
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"Okaaayy," katanya, lubang hidungnya mengembang dan cukup dekat untuk disentuh.
Inilah saatnya, aku akan disetubuhi oleh seorang alpha secara nyata. Mungkin diikat. Bahkan mungkin dikawinkan. Hanya 'wham, bam, selamat datang untuk menjadi omega' semua dalam rentang waktu satu jam atau kurang?
"Hei," gumamnya, menghalangi ruangan dengan bahunya, ujung jarinya sedikit membalikkanku di bangku untuk menghadapnya. "Hei, berharga. Kau baik-baik saja. Kemarilah, ciumlah."
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1. Bayi (2)
Oh.
Perlahan-lahan, kecemasan dan hasrat serta kegilaan biologis dari alpha-meets-omega mereda, dan kabut keinginan itu hilang di kepalaku. Ya, dia memiliki aroma alpha yang sempurna pada dirinya, dekaden dan hangat dan menghibur, tapi di bawahnya ada gigitan beta yang murni dan bersih. Dengan sedikit lemon.
"Itu benar. Kau aman, oke?"
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"Aku tidak tahu," kataku di lehernya. "Itu hanya... memukulku."
"Sial," bisiknya, dan tangannya membelai tulang belakangku dengan lembut sehingga aku meringkuk lebih dalam.
"Ini adalah kelompokmu?" Saya bertanya. Karena jika tempat ini adalah miliknya, maka itu berarti aroma alpha ada di sekitar dan mungkin aku bisa...
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"Tidak, Bu," katanya, dan aku tersenyum ke dalam keamanan gelap tenggorokannya saat ia tetap melingkupiku. "Ada sedikit urusan di sini dan sekarang sudah selesai. Anda butuh pengawalan ke mobil Anda? Aku harus cukup terlapisi untuk menjauhkan masalah dari punggungmu cukup lama untuk membawamu keluar dari sini."
Sama seperti Lola yang telah meminjam aromaku, beta ini telah mengambil beberapa dari seorang alpha. Menyamarkan sebutanmu dengan sengaja adalah ilegal, tetapi alpha cenderung menandai beta dan omega mereka dengan cukup berat. Orang ini mungkin diklaim dan dilindungi oleh alpha impian pastry-nya.
Tanpa berpikir panjang, jemariku menyelinap di bawah rompi kulit yang dia kenakan, mencengkeram ke sampingnya. "Temanku mengendarai mobil dan aku..."
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"Anda... butuh tumpangan?" tanya beta.
Aku menggigit bibirku, dan dia sedikit mengendurkan pegangannya. Aku tidak bodoh. Hanya karena dia seorang beta, tidak membuat pria ini tidak berbahaya bagiku. Dia memiliki aroma alpha pada dirinya. Yang kutahu, alfa-nya telah mengirimnya untuk menenangkanku ke dalam perangkap. Aku bersandar dan memiringkan kepalaku ke belakang untuk menatap mata hijau itu.
"Siapa namamu?" Aku bertanya.
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"Apakah kau akan menculikku dan membawaku kembali ke alfa-mu?" Aku berbisik.
Wajahnya sadar, tapi dia tidak terlihat terkejut dengan pertanyaan itu. "Bahkan jika dia memerintahkanku, berharga. Yang mana dia tidak akan melakukannya."
Aku menarik nafas dalam-dalam dan kemudian melihat sekeliling ruangan. Dengan 'Bomber' yang masih menjagaku, aku tidak terlalu takut pada apa yang mungkin kulihat. Itu masih tidak baik. Aku mendapatkan tatapan. Ini bukan kelompok Seth, dan bahkan jika dia berbau seperti alfa, dia bukan alfa. Semakin banyak waktu yang kami habiskan di sini bersama-sama, semakin besar kemungkinan seseorang akan mengetahui apa yang sedang terjadi di antara kami. Seth yang tampan dan berotot, uangku ada pada sekumpulan alpha yang mengalahkan satu beta atas omega yang tidak diklaim.
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"Sepeda motor?" Aku bertanya, alis terangkat.
Dia menyeringai. "Secantik dirimu, tidak ada yang mengendarai motorku kecuali aku, berharga. Tidak, ini musim dingin. Mobilku ada di tempat parkir. Kau yang menyetir. Kau pergi ke mana pun kau mau. Dan aku berjanji untuk menjadi pria terhormat di depan pintu."
Aku menggeser tanganku turun dari punggung Seth ke pantat celana jeansnya, memerah saat tanganku masuk ke dalam sakunya. Hmm. Ini pasti terasa seperti pantat yang bagus. Seth menyeringai seolah-olah dia bisa tahu apa yang kupikirkan, dan kemudian jari-jariku tersangkut pada lingkaran gantungan kunci dan aku menariknya dari saku, meluncur dari bangku. Tubuhku menempel padanya dan untuk sesaat, Seth meremas kami lebih erat, dan aroma alpha yang melekat padanya masuk ke kepalaku, membuatku menginginkan hal-hal yang hanya bisa aku impikan sebelumnya. Hal-hal yang tidak bisa dia tawarkan sebagai beta.
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Lengannya melingkari pundakku saat dia memasangkanku ke sisinya, cukup dekat untuk membantu mengalihkan perhatian dari aromaku. Aku mengikuti langkahnya, kakiku cukup panjang untuk memenuhi langkahnya.
"Itu bukan namaku, kau tahu," kataku saat jari-jari Seth sedikit menancap di lengan atasku sementara kami berjalan cepat melewati bar, menuju keamanan di dekat pintu. Mereka adalah alfa dan kami harus lewat dari dekat. Meskipun aku masih gugup, itu meyakinkan untuk merasakan ketegangan yang sama dalam pengawalku. Penting baginya bahwa saya bisa keluar dengan selamat. Saya menggenggam kunci mobil dengan erat di tangan saya dan berdoa bahwa itu penting baginya agar saya bisa pulang dengan selamat juga.
"Aku sudah menduga sebanyak itu," katanya, senyum bengkoknya kembali, bahkan saat lipatan ketegangan terbentuk di sekitar matanya. Dia melirikku saat kami melangkah di antara dua tukang pukul, ke dalam aula yang mengarah ke pintu keluar. Ada pasangan yang sedang bercinta di aula, sang alpha mengisi ruang terbatas dengan aroma marshmallow yang terbakar saat dia menyematkan beta ke dinding. Lututku goyah saat aku berjalan. "Lalu apa itu?" Seth bertanya, menahan tatapanku.
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"Baby," bisikku, suaraku kencang di tenggorokanku. "Namaku adalah Baby."
Mata Seth menjadi besar dan dia memastikan untuk menghalangiku saat kami melewati pasangan yang sedang rutting. Sebuah tawa pendek lolos dari tenggorokannya. "Kau bercanda?" Aku menggelengkan kepalaku dan dia menyeringai. "Yah... yah."
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"Aku tahu," aku setuju, sebuah tawa lepas. "Orang tuaku melihatku dan berkata pada diri mereka sendiri, 'Wah, dia terlihat seperti-'"
"Baby," Seth menyelesaikannya untukku, menggigit senyumnya. Dia memikul pintu terbuka dan hembusan angin musim dingin menerpa saya, membersihkan indra saya dan membuat saya menggigil dalam kardigan tipis saya. Bahkan saat aku menguatkan diriku melawan dingin, aku menyeringai dengan gigi gemeretak pada Seth yang terlihat seperti dua detik lagi akan tertawa terbahak-bahak. Senyumnya mengendur saat pintu tertutup di belakang kami, dan angin yang menerpa tubuh kami membuatku merasa seperti diriku sendiri lagi, tidak ada apa pun di udara kecuali musim dingin.
"Kau, kau tahu," katanya lembut, tangan di sekitar pundakku menarik kembali dan melingkarkan jari-jarinya di pipiku.
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"Berharga," katanya.
Dia mencondongkan badannya ke depan dan bibirnya menyapu di tempat yang sama dengan yang disentuh ujung jarinya, menggodaku sebentar dengan kelezatan pai apel yang menempel padanya. Ketajaman lemonnya sendiri lebih jelas di udara segar, dan aku menyadari bahwa aku menyukai kombinasi itu. Lebih dari itu, aku menyukainya. Dia persis seperti beta yang akan saya ajak pulang. Jika aku tidak baru saja menemukan sebutanku. Jika dia tidak memiliki tanda aroma alfa yang menutupi kepala sampai kaki.
"Mobil ada di sana. Kita menuju kemana?"
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"Saya pikir..." Saya ragu-ragu atas jawaban saya saat saya berjalan ke mobil. Rumah terdengar bagus, tapi ada alpha di gedung apartemenku karena selama dua puluh enam tahun aku menjadi beta, yang berarti aku aman dari klaim.
Normal saja. Seperti tak terlihat. Dengan cara yang baik.
"Kau benar-benar tidak tahu?" Seth bertanya, tapi dia tidak menatapku seperti aku bodoh. Dia membukakan pintu samping pengemudi untukku dan gelombang kehangatan dari pemanas tumpah keluar. Sial. Jeep itu juga berbau seperti pai apel. "Sial," katanya, matanya melebar. "Aku tidak memikirkan itu. Maafkan aku."
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"Kamu terlihat..." Dia mengerutkan keningnya dan menggoreskan tangan di wajahnya. "Saya tidak tahu cara apapun untuk berbicara tentang usia seorang wanita muda tanpa terdengar seperti orang cabul, jadi saya hanya akan berhenti di situ."
"Saya dua puluh enam tahun," tawarku. Aku meluncur ke kursi sisi pengemudi dan menekan bibirku bersama-sama, mata terpejam saat aroma alpha Seth berputar di sekitarku, menggigit kulitku, menjilati tempat-tempat pribadi, melapisi paru-paruku. Dia tidak terlihat cukup tua untuk menyebutku "wanita muda", paling banyak pertengahan tiga puluhan. Meskipun dia mungkin menganggap aku masih di bawah umur, mengingat seluruh hal 'tiba-tiba menjadi omega'.
"Sial," dia bernafas, membiarkan udara dingin bercampur dengan kehangatan di dalam mobil saat dia berdiri kaget di luar. "Sial. Itu..."
"BTuktanD Éhal 'ysang tki'dWakU perfnahv HtHerdXeunHgtaprn,L" ckabtka_kXu, kka!rzenWa i^tdum asdjalwaih apya^ yÉaUng selaalsud ld!i.katBakkWan, ofleh pkara betaF Iyan^gr ingzinó meHnUja_di zomQe!ga Cdxan aPku gteplóah mekn)desngarn)yóaQ dCa)rDiv begit(u baXnyaak termóankmu.I zA&ku s*elaOlu mMerIasa bpwubasm zsebagZavi nbmetMa. KurNaNsAa itHuV mexnOunj,uk.kanv kegpadakzuó.
"Itu jarang terjadi," Seth memutuskan. Dia menutup pintu akhirnya dan aku memperhatikan saat dia perlahan-lahan mengitari mobil, alisnya berkerut dalam pikiran. Aku mempertimbangkan untuk memasukkan kunci kontak dan pergi begitu saja. Seth tampak begitu manis, saya bahkan tidak yakin dia akan mencoba menghentikan saya. Sebaliknya, saya menunggunya. Dia memiliki senyum yang naik perlahan-lahan melengkung di bibirnya saat dia mengencangkan sabuk pengamannya. "Sebagai catatan," katanya, mencondongkan badannya tapi tidak mengerumuniku. "Cukup yakin alfa-ku akan menjadi panas dan bodoh karena aromamu juga."
Sebentar. Sangat, sangat singkat, aku membuka mulutku untuk menanyakan arah ke alfa-nya. Seth tersenyum padaku, dan aku merasa bahwa dia tahu apa yang sedang kupikirkan.
"Kau datang dengan kuat, berharga. Pikirkan kau harus pergi ke Center," katanya.
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Omega Center di jantung kota setidaknya tahu apa yang harus dilakukan dengan orang sepertiku. Dan aku akan aman di sana.
Semuanya berubah sekarang, sayang, pikirku. Omega Center akan mengajariku tentang parfumku, siklus panas, tentang pacaran alfa dan omega. Mereka juga akan mengaturku dengan wawancara untuk menemukan kelompok alfa-ku, mungkin lebih cepat daripada nanti mengingat usiaku dan intensitas parfumku yang jelas. Panas akan datang. Dan seorang omega akan mengalami perjalanan yang sulit jika dia menjalankan heat tanpa kelompok.
"Semuanya akan baik-baik saja, Baby," kata Seth, suaranya penuh madu dan lembut. Aku sebenarnya agak mempercayainya.
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"Sekarang, ketika kau telah memilih kelompokmu, bukan berarti kau harus merasa berkewajiban untuk mengikat semua anggotanya," kata Direktur Tapp. Dia diapit di sisi lain mejanya dengan dua beta berwajah jinak lainnya, ketiga wanita yang lebih tua tersenyum padaku.
"Beberapa kelompok memiliki sepuluh atau lebih alpha," salah satu wanita, kurasa namanya Yvonne, memberitahuku.
Mataku terbelalak, dan tenggorokan Direktur Tapp berdeham dengan pandangan sempit ke arah karyawannya. "Ya, seperti yang saya katakan. Anda tidak diharapkan untuk menghadapi seluruh kelompok. Namun, kami akan mencegahmu mengejar kelompok di mana hanya satu atau dua alpha yang menarik bagimu, tidak peduli seberapa menariknya. Ini mungkin ... mengganggu dinamika. Tujuan kami di sini, di Center adalah untuk membantu membuat koneksi yang terbaik bagi omega dan kelompoknya di masa depan."
Akdu ZmJeónejlaxn luadyahp darnd HmSeWnZgBacngIguxkd,g (tanmgYanku umemili*n-méiliny pdir panhgkuVaZnUku.é
Omega Center telah menerimaku tiga malam yang lalu, Seth mengantarku sampai ke pintu tapi dilarang mengikutiku lebih jauh. Sebagian diriku cukup tergoda untuk berbalik saat itu. Aku pernah menjalin hubungan sebelumnya dengan para beta, mengapa aku tidak bisa memilikinya sekarang karena aku adalah seorang omega? Kecuali alasannya sudah jelas. Seth memiliki alpha, dan kecuali aku ingin diklaim oleh alpha itu, aku tidak akan terjerat dengan beta mereka.
Pusat itu cukup bagus jika aku sedang dalam mood untuk retret. Tempat itu bersih, dirancang agar nyaman, dengan kamar-kamar yang dekat dan warna-warna lembut dan banyak tekstur yang lembut. Setiap hari, saya berlatih membuat sarang di ruangan kecil dan terang yang baunya terlalu steril untuk benar-benar terasa seperti rumah. Saya telah memeriksakan kadar darah saya. Mengisi formulir tentang kebiasaan dan preferensi seksual saya. Saya bahkan diberi pilihan tentang pengendalian kelahiran dan akhirnya ditanggung selama dua tahun ke depan. Begitu saja.
Akhirnya, aku dibawa ke sini untuk bertemu Direktur, dan tak lama kemudian subjek paket tiba di pangkuanku.
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"Bisa ditoleransi," Yvonne menyelesaikan untuk Tapp, membuat dirinya mendapatkan tatapan lain.
Kalau dipikir-pikir, Yvonne tumbuh pada diriku. Setidaknya dia terus terang.
"Jadi aku harus menemukan kelompok dan ... ikatan," kataku, rona merah naik lagi saat aku mengingat urutan kata-kata yang disampaikan oleh omega tua itu.
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"Kamu tidak harus terikat," kata Tapp mencondongkan tubuh ke depan. "Sangat penting bagimu untuk mengetahui hal itu. Dan jika kamu memilih sebuah kelompok, mereka akan diberitahu seperti itu. Sebuah ikatan tidak boleh terburu-buru, dan yang terpenting, tidak pernah dipaksakan. Perkawinan bahkan tidak diperlukan untuk melihatmu melewati masa panas," kata Tapp.
Mata gelap Yvonne berputar mendengarnya dan dia memberiku tatapan yang mungkin juga meneriakkan 'Ya, tapi kau akan memohon untuk itu'. Aku mempercayainya. Aku sudah siap memohon pada Seth untuk itu dan dia bahkan bukan seorang alpha. Hanya berbau seperti itu. Yang sempurna.
Tenanglah, sayang.
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"Penetratif, setidaknya," kata Yvonne.
Dan kali ini Tapp menganggukkan kepalanya tanda setuju.
Aku berkedip. Aku tahu omega dimanjakan, bahwa mereka menerima hadiah saat pacaran dari alpha mereka dan bahkan setelahnya. Tapi tidak ada yang mengatakan apapun tentang seorang alpha yang menutup simpulnya demi seorang omega. Itu...menjanjikan.
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"Oke jadi... apakah aku bertemu mereka disini, atau...?"
"Tidak, itu akan menjadi hiruk-pikuk makan," Yvonne mencemooh.
"Jika kau mau membawakan kami pengikatnya," bentak Tapp, mengulurkan tangan ke atas dan merapikan kembali rambut hitam beruban.
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"Kartu aroma," jelas Tapp. "Kami akan mempersempit siapa yang Anda temui dengan cara ini. Ini...bijaksana."
Mataku terbelalak ketika salah satu binder hitam jatuh di depanku. Saya membukanya dan menemukan halaman-halaman yang disegel plastik dengan kartu-kartu putih. Halaman pertama diberi label Pack 28026.
Tidak ada informasi tentang para pria. Hanya angka dan aroma.
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"Oke. Benar, jadi aku hanya...mengendus saja?" Aku bertanya.
Ketiga wanita itu mengangguk sebagai konfirmasi.
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Satu. Aku menemukan satu bungkus. Aku hanya menandainya karena bisa diatur, dan itu adalah yang terbaik yang kutemukan dari empat ratus koleksi kartu aroma paket.
Satu bungkus.
Mungkin aku bukan omega. Atau mungkin, karena aku sangat terlambat untuk itu, aku hanya rusak.
Kjau& umexnvyMuckaiK 'paai( OaMpelc, HakvuR cmenngiln.gatkank Vdiórdikpuó sgeHnSdziriv.
Aku berharap aku berpikir untuk mendapatkan nomor Seth. Saat ini, tidak ada satu pun alpha lain dalam koleksi besar Tapp yang bahkan dibandingkan dengan Seth.
"Yah ... kita punya satu," kata Tapp mengerutkan kening.
Aku berdebat untuk mengatakan padanya betapa tidak bersemangatnya aku tentang kelompok itu. Aroma mereka tidak kasar, tapi mengingatkanku pada pengharum ruangan. Menyenangkan, tetapi sintetis.
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Aku mengerang dan kemudian menampar tanganku di atas mulutku saat matanya beralih ke mataku. "Maaf. Aku tahu kau mencoba untuk membantu."
"Sebagian besar kelompok kami saat ini masih muda, baru terbentuk, ingin sekali menemukan omega mereka. Namun, aku menyimpan file-file lama, langganan yang sudah habis masa berlakunya dan sejenisnya. Dan... karena lebih tua dari omega kami yang biasanya membutuhkan pacaran, Anda mungkin menghargai kelompok yang lebih dewasa."
2. Bayi (2)
Saya duduk sedikit. Kedewasaan terdengar bagus. "Langganan yang sudah habis masa berlakunya?" Aku bertanya.
Bibir Tapp mengerucut. "Seperti yang kukatakan, kami tidak menerima semua paket yang membutuhkan omega. Ada wawancara, pemeriksaan latar belakang, dan investigasi. Semua hal itu membutuhkan biaya."
Alphas dibayar, aku sadar. Alphas membayar untuk berada di dalam binder hitam itu. Dan ketika mereka berhenti membayar...
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Aku duduk tegak dan memutar bahuku. "Baiklah. Bawakan padaku."
Yvonne menguap dan bermalas-malasan keluar dari kursi di sudut ruangan. Dia membawa sebuah binder merah turun dari rak dan memberikannya ke tanganku. Halaman-halamannya sebagian besar identik dengan binder hitam, hanya nomor-nomor baru yang diberikan pada paket-paketnya. Aku merentangkan tanganku di atas kepalaku, memutar tubuhku seolah-olah aku bersiap-siap untuk lari maraton, dan Yvonne mendengus pelan.
Waktunya untuk memberikan kesempatan pada paket-paket yang sudah habis masa berlakunya ini.
KaHyYu mmdaxn)i$s yVang agresiyfQ.
Play-doh.
Rumput yang baru dipotong yang membuat saya ingin bersin.
Begitu seterusnya. Beberapa aroma terlalu bunga, beberapa terlalu manis, beberapa terlalu berat.
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Aku melanjutkan, membolak-balik halaman dengan cepat. Sekarang, aku telah belajar bahwa jika aku benar-benar membenci satu aroma dalam satu paket, aku juga tidak terlalu peduli dengan aroma lainnya. Itu membuat pekerjaan sedikit lebih cepat. Saya hampir sampai ke ujung binder ketika saya tersadar.
Kue mentega. Apel asam. Karamel. Kapulaga dan kayu manis. Sebuah rengekan keluar dari bibirku dan pahaku meremas-remasnya. Di sekeliling ruangan, para beta menegang.
Ini dia. Alfa Seth. Oh sial, baunya sama enaknya dengan yang dia miliki pada beta-nya. Aku ingin memakan kardus sialan itu. Aku menjilat bibirku dan merogoh lengan untuk kartu berikutnya. Ada tiga belas kartu penuh yang mengintimidasi sampai...
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Yang lain bersabun tapi bersih, bukan favoritku, tapi sama baiknya jika tidak lebih baik dari dua paket lain yang kupilih.
Yang keempat benar-benar membuatku basah, gairah mekar di intiku dengan cara yang tidak bisa kujelaskan saat aku menghirup bau yang dalam dari kayu gelap dan sesuatu yang gingery di latar belakang.
Aku ingin mengelilingi diriku dengan pria-pria ini. Aku ingin orang-orang ini membuka pintu kantor dan melanjutkan untuk membungkukkanku di atas meja Tapp. Jika mereka muncul, jika mereka muncul begitu saja, aku akan membiarkan mereka mengklaimku saat itu juga. Aku mengambil kartu lain dan lega menemukan aroma wol yang menenangkan tetapi tidak melelehkan otak, seperti selimut yang membungkusku dalam pelukan.
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"Ya," aku setuju dengan terengah-engah. Bisakah aku pergi sekarang? Aku butuh... aku butuh waktu sendirian. Aku ingin mengambil kartu aroma favoritku dari paket ini dan membawanya ke atas ke kamar tidur sementaraku dan menekannya di bawah hidungku saat aku menggosokkan berapa pun banyaknya orgasme yang siap dan mendidih di bawah kulitku. Itu hampir menakutkan.
"Kami akan menelepon," kata Tapp.
Aku mengambil pai apel itu lagi dan menciumnya lagi. Ini jelas-jelas alpha Seth. Aku telah mencium ratusan alpha dan tidak satupun dari mereka yang mirip dengan yang lain. Hatiku berdebar-debar membayangkan melihat beta lagi. Aku kurang yakin apa yang membuatku lebih bersemangat. Menemukan sebuah kelompok, menemukan alpha yang membuatku bernafsu yang belum pernah kuketahui sebelumnya, atau meringkuk di sisi beta yang telah melihatku sampai aman ketika aku membutuhkannya.
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Aku menahan keinginan untuk mengambil bantal beludru abu-abu di ruang duduk Center dan bersembunyi di baliknya. Di seberang meja kopi dariku, omega tua yang elegan, Rebecca, menyembunyikan senyumnya di balik cangkir demitasse cokelatnya. Kepalan tangan yang baru saja dia gunakan untuk mendemonstrasikan tindakan mengikat diturunkan ke pangkuannya dan merapikan roknya yang elegan.
"Jika Anda memikirkan diri Anda sendiri dalam hal menjadi beta, saya yakin kedengarannya tidak nyaman. Tapi itu benar-benar sangat... menyenangkan," katanya, dengan mengangkat bahu lembut.
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"Dan...berapa lama panasnya berlangsung?" Aku bertanya
Kepala Rebecca miring dan matanya menyipit dalam pikiran, bibirnya mengerucut. "Oh, sudah lama sekali. Mereka lebih lama ketika aku masih muda, dimulai dengan hanya merasa terlalu sensitif dan mungkin sedikit ekstra... tertarik pada alphaku." Dia tersenyum tipis. "Biasanya seperti itu selama seminggu atau lebih. Saya ingin bersarang, menginginkan kasih sayang. Panas yang sebenarnya, puncaknya, hanya beberapa hari. Mungkin seminggu."
Alisku terangkat. "Hari-hari..."
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Tetap saja. Aku sering turun untuk ronde kedua tapi tidak pernah berhari-hari berhubungan seks.
"Aku hampir sembilan belas tahun ketika akhirnya aku mulai wangi," Rebecca menyebutkan. "Kurasa itu sebabnya mereka memintaku untuk datang berbicara denganmu secara khusus. Biasanya mereka membawa seseorang yang lebih dekat dengan usiamu."
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