Page 66 of Let It Snow (Eden’s Omegaverse #7)

Before I can turn toward Snow’s stairs, something catches my attention, a faint current of energy that pulls me in the opposite direction and makes me look left.

Can I locate him now, just like that?

Under the tree where Snow usually sat and played, he’s sitting there again, but this time the harmonica lies on the ground beside him, as if for some reason its music could no longer bring him any peace.

And maybe it just can’t anymore?

Apparently he woke up too.

Is he drawn by the same Pull?

His elbows rest on his knees, long hair drifting in the soft wind. When he sees me, he lifts his head.

Our eyes meet and stay locked.

"So… you feel it too?" I blurt out.

Snow’s face brightens.

"Yes."

"It’s… really strong."

He gives me this almost wistful smile. I walk toward him slowly, my heart swelling in my chest.

"I hope it won’t be a disappointment for you. Not everyone likes this kind of intensity," he says, cocking his head.

He’s wearing a black tank top, his tattoos glinting faintly in the dim light of the garden lamps. I’ve seen him under that tree so many times, and every time he stirred that magic in me. Now it’s awakening again, but it feels different this time, hungrier, wilder.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," I snort. "This is exactly what I wanted, Snow! What I said to you on the beach, it sounded stupid at the time, I know, and I regretted it later, but that feeling…" I pause my train of thought for a moment and take a deeper breath. "Listen, I always read about the madness that binds True Mates, and I wanted that. That romantic pull, that craving. Because it’s like love, Snow. Can’t you see? It can’t be controlled; it has to control us. Only then does it hold true power."

I take a running start, my eyes sparkling mischievously, and I jump straight onto his lap.

My fingers immediately sink into his long hair.

And suddenly, something hits me.

What’s that?

The scent!

New, potent, overwhelming. I already know the general note: heather, but before, it was mostly from his body wash or shampoo, that kind of artificial tone you get from cosmetic products.

Now it’s different. There’s a deeper note, vibrating through the air, pulling at something inside me, so alive, so vibrant, and before I even realize it, an AO call bursts out of me: ‘Appreciation!’

Then comes the understanding.

If I’d smelled this the day I first came to the Nolans’ house, I would’ve known right away. That we’re fated mates, meant for each other. This is Snow’s true scent, and it’s the scent. Oh my goodness, it could’ve been that simple!

"Your scent, Snow! It’s divine! Finally off the suppressants!"

Snow chuckles. "Yeah. I was unconscious for a whole day, so I figured I might as well skip the next pill."

I stare at him, completely thrown. "So… before, when you smelled me, was it… different? Like, did it change between when we were Twin Souls and now, as True Mates?"

Snow laughs again. "No, Summer. Whether Twin Souls or True Mates, we were always meant for each other. No questions, no doubts. The Allure was the same."

I let out a huff.

"Then why the hell were you even using those?"

Snow sighs. "When you first came to our house, you couldn’t even remember the day before, Summer. You were terrified, traumatized, still fighting who you really are, your real form. It needed time to grow, and the bond needed to blossom between us. But now…"

With some fire in my eyes, I cup his face in my hands.

"But now, it’s just another piece that finally fits. You smell like a heather field, and dear Fate, that’s fucking amazing!"

I press my nose to his skin and breathe him in deep, and Snow laughs softly. For a moment, our lips meet in easy, light, sweet kisses, our lips moist, our tongues dancing. How nice.

"Oh, Snow, Snow!"

He laughs softly. "Summer, Summer… I’d bring you a star from the sky if I could," he murmurs, his lips brushing my neck.

I sigh and pull his head closer, drinking him in, breathing him in.

But I also feel the need to explain myself, to clarify, to be understood. My fingers can’t stop tangling in his hair, and my lips occasionally brush against his cheeks and temples.

"I know it might’ve seemed childish, immature. Millions of people don’t have a True Mate, but you know… I was one step away, yet separated by a bottomless abyss. It felt like a joke of Fate."

Snow kisses my neck, slow and tender, while I keep whispering, spilling out my clumsy confessions.

"I know no one else would understand, but from the start, I wanted you to be only mine. I thought that if we stayed Twin Souls, you’d never really be mine, not completely. Crazy, I know. Obsessive, maybe. Probably just my insecurity talking."

Snow smiles gently, then says something I never expected.

"You know, if I’m being completely honest, deep down, I wanted that too. But I didn’t want to pile my disappointment on top of yours. I knew how much it already hurt you."

A short silence falls. We look at each other. Snow’s hands slide slowly along my back, sending shivers racing up my spine and leaving me dizzy.

"So you are mine now, really mine, Snow? My alpha?"

"I am. And you? Are you mine?"

I nod, grinning widely. Gosh, it feels so good.

We move closer, our lips just a breath apart, but we don’t kiss. I savor the moment, letting myself feel it, live it, taste it.

And then it all spills out of me. The emotion rises like a restless tide inside me. "I thought it was all over. I turned back time, Snow, just to fix it. Do you understand?"

Snow stares at me for a long moment, his eyes shimmering with violet and silver. I can feel his acceptance, his calm, unconditional acceptance of… who I am. Of what I did.

"Summer… if it hadn’t been for you, for your so-called ‘childish’ wish to make us True Mates, we would have perished."

I stare at him in awe, amazed at how simple and smooth everything feels with him, how this understanding between us comes so effortlessly.

"Oh, Snow! You say all the right things!"

We exchange a few passionate kisses, so hungry that our teeth click against each other.

But I’m not done.

"I felt like a spoiled child. I hated myself."

Snow lightly squeezes my arms.

"Summer, you were on the right track the whole time. I was blind; I couldn’t see the future.

" His face hardens, he winces slightly. "My arrogance, relying on my clairvoyance, was my downfall.

And Bay warned me about it." He raises his eyes to me, squinting slightly.

"But it was you who somehow sensed the darkness ahead of us and made sure we survived it. "

"You really believe that? I thought I was an emotional mess."

"Emotions can be a powerful guide. Intuitive! I’m happy you let them lead, Summer."

As he smiles radiantly, my chest tightens.

I lean in again, kissing him softly on his cheeks, along his jaw, and trailing down to his neck glands.

Snow lifts his hand, and I see long strands of electric light reaching from his fingertips toward my skin, as if our bodies have already activated some magnetic law of attraction.

Then Snow grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head, tossing it aside in one smooth motion.

His gaze drifts down my body, and I notice bright, swirling energy spreading and pulsing in the space between us. He catches my right hand and intertwines our fingers.

In the same moment, I look at it and see thin lines spreading over my skin, silver, white, and gold, tracing their way from my knuckles to my wrist, along my arm, up to my shoulders and chest.

It feels incredible, my body trembling from the sensation. The silver current is cool, the gold is warm, and the white one glides over me like polished glass.

Holding my breath, I reach out and place my left hand on Snow’s shoulders, and somehow, his body begins to change too. Without me doing anything, his skin takes on the faint amethyst shimmer of my scale pattern. It’s as if we’ve exchanged our natures, his reflected in me, and mine mirrored in him.

I don’t try to make sense of it. All I know is that heat floods through me, consuming, unstoppable.

I grind my hips against his hardness, rocking because the hunger inside me is growing. I don’t want foreplay, don’t need it. I crave him shamelessly, almost insolently.

So I rise up over his hips, and he yanks his pants down in one swift move.

He’s hard, ready for me, because that’s just how it is between True Mates. I press my slick entrance against the tip of his cock, then look down at him.

Snow smirks, and nods once.

I grin back, beaming.

Everything clicks into place right now. Perfect.

Then I sink down, taking him in one swift thrust of my hips.

It happens in a heartbeat, like fire erupting between us.

What’s going on?

A wave of energy ripples out in concentric rings, powerful as a shockwave, but this isn’t destruction.

It’s light, spreading outward in a glowing wave.

It expands in every direction, not wrecking but blooming, a vast, iridescent flower painted with lines of light. Purple, gold, and silver petals unfurl around us, shimmering with crackling sparks.

I see the lights in the building flicker and go out, along with all the solar lamps around us. Farther away, the lights in front of Bay’s house go dark too, and even beyond that, the streetlights.

Everything goes black, and I just know it’s not only here. The entire street, the other houses stretching hundreds of yards down the road, they’re all swallowed by darkness.

But only for a second.

Then it all lights up again!

"What the hell?!" I mumble. "But we are already a merged soul! It looked like the… First Orgasm!"

Snow smirks and shrugs. "A little something from me… for you. A small gift. Just so you know how True Mates join for the first time…"

I gape at him for a few seconds and then start to laugh and… cry at the same time, tears running down my cheeks. But Snow’s lips find them one by one and kiss them away.

I now have one more precious thing I had dreamed about, and Snow made it real for me.

We collapse onto the grass, still holding each other, still connected.

Our bodies glow with color, his tattoos blending with my scales, my scales shifting into white, silver, and gold. Magic surrounds us, filling us.

As we enjoy the Joining, the TM healing starts to spread through me.

I feel its immense power, the magic of our Bond gradually easing the grisly shadow of what happened in the Ferro hangar. The destruction, the devastation I brought to that version of reality, begins to blur.

The fear fades from my mind as if through a soft filter; the magic slowly erases the dread, the terror, the shock bit by bit, like insignificant doodles in a school notebook.

And I feel that the first part of the miracle I had dreamed about for so long is happening between us in real time, and it’s only the beginning.