Chapter 32
Chapter
Thirty-Two
earlier
HENDRIX
R age like I have never felt has been riding my ass since I heard not only were the girls drawn into Alpha bullshit back at Birdie’s, but she was going into heat.
The injustice that my beautiful, timid sweetheart has to suffer on her own, for even a second, has had my hands locked in fists.
Ryder presses his back to my chest. All of us are uneasy. Each of us is anxious. As always, his touch helps. Today it feels diluted. And I know that is because our Omega is aching.
There’s no denying Simona is the missing puzzle piece for each of us and our Pack. We share the same storming emotions because she’s not currently with us.
My scent on the back of Ryder’s neck usually sates the beast inside, today it doesn’t. Dominic takes a subtle step, sandwiching me between the two of them. His physical reminder of who we are to each other, and as a pack. Normally, his touch is enough to calm my designation back from the edge of all this fucking aggression, but as all of us are aware, what I crave is Simona.
“Dale said they would be here by now.” I grunt.
“Relax. She is close and getting closer.” Dominic snaps a snarl against my ear.
His tone is brittle and comes across as a challenge to my overly wired state.
I growl viciously, fists lifting, feet turning, but he grabs my waist and digs his fingers in deep like claws. “You smell so good, Hen. I’d bark you to your knees and make you swallow my cock if we weren’t standing on this street corner. Behave.”
I am no sub. But Dominic is a part of my soul. I clasp my hands to Ryder’s waist and drag him to me, using the leveling effect I usually find when I’m pressed between the two of them. We stay pressed together until I can see without the red tinge of rage. Until the Range Rover pulls to a stop.
The world could be falling down but she is all I see. And while I might be temporarily blinded by her arrival—she’s the only thing in my world right now. Awareness radiates out in lethal precision, enabling me to sense danger around us. There is none.
Ryder opens the door, and I’m floored by the billowing steam of cookies and cream that mists the air. I snarl, knowing late night passersby will scent her.
But the pauses become a stumbling block as I get thrown by memories of how I nearly lost Dominic before I properly had him. History could repeat. I could…
Dominic squeezes his hold on me, hard enough to bruise. “She’s waiting for us. You are exactly what she needs. Now start driving, Innamorato . ”
He steps away, and like always, I feel as if I have lost a small piece of myself.
Ryder leaving does the same.
Unlike Simona. From the second I saw her, I’d finally found where all those small pieces of me, and us, had gone.