Chapter 4
Chapter Four
“Come on, you need to get out of this apartment. We’re going out.”
It’s my day off, and normally, I would enjoy lying in bed doom-scrolling as I binge-watch reality TV. However, I can’t take another moment of the scents in this apartment. I’m either going to go crazy or try to fuck Quin.
Both are terrible ideas.
It’s only been six days.
“What?” Quinton looks up at me with wide brown eyes. He likes to sit on the couch to do whatever web designing work he’s busy doing. I’m standing in front of him, hands on my hips. “Going out?”
“That’s right. We’re going out.” I tug his shirt, getting him to his feet, and give him a gentle push toward his room. His laugh warms a spot inside my chest I haven’t felt in a while as I follow him down the hall. “Dress up for me.” I wink at him teasingly. “Embrace your instincts. You deserve to enjoy being an Omega just as much as anyone else.”
As fun as it is going to bed every night with the delicious scents filling every corner of every room, waking up with an aching core is not fun at all, and I need exposure to some new scents today. I shouldn’t be so drawn to their scents, but I clearly don’t get much say in whose scent I find alluring.
I close my bedroom door most of the way, leaving it cracked, and pull my phone out to text Caelum. Quin deserves some time outside the apartment, without worrying that he’s going to lose control of his instincts. Being an Omega relies on letting your instincts guide you, but I know from experience how that can truly fuck said Omegas over.
Like the instinct to fuck Quin. Right now. On this bed. Bend me over and slap my ass. Pull my hair… I shake the thoughts away, and return to my text.
Harlow: I’m taking Quinton to a bowling alley and then out to dinner. Get him some flowers, and a very expensive, fluffy blanket. In his favorite color. Can you follow those simple instructions, or do I need to talk you through this step by step?
Satan: He hasn’t been to the one on Eighth and Dewy in a while. He likes that one. I’ll send you money for dessert too. His favorite is chocolate strawberries.
I ignore the fact that Quin’s favorite dessert is my scent.
It’s an unrelated coincidence. Many people, Alpha, Omega, or otherwise, enjoy the delicious treat. Hell, I love them as well!
I consider Caelum’s pushy request, nibbling my lip. You know what I think I’ll pass on? Watching Quin eat a dessert that shares my scent. That just screams trouble.
Harlow: So while you’re at the store picking up the flowers and a blanket, add a bag of chocolate chips and fresh strawberries to the list. Then make them for him yourself. Or better yet, make them with him, you overly-dry-slab-of-beef-jerky.
Satan: Overly dry beef jerky? That's the insult you went with?
Harlow: You’re right. I should have been meaner. I’ll strive for something more hurtful next time, you baked bean.
Satan: Any other demands, Fireball? Something I can get you?
I glare at the suspicious message. I’m not answering that. Instead, I toss my phone on my bed, annoyed with the way that question made me feel.
I love unexpected gifts. Who doesn’t? But as an Omega, gifts can represent other things. Courting. Desire. Want.
Fucker.
He knows that. Any Alpha worth a fuck, knows damn well what offering gifts to an unmated Omega means. I tug my shirt and shorts off and toss them on a shelf with other clothes that aren’t dirty, but too used to be considered clean enough to fold. I showered this morning, but still. I grab a pair of jean shorts and nibble my lip as I try to decide which shirt to wear.
“How's this?” Quin asks from the hall, and I abandon my search for a moment to pull the door open. He’s wearing a simple white t-shirt and dark blue jeans with clean black sneakers.
“You look good,” I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat that formed at the sight of him. Why did I tell him to dress up? He’s also wearing a small strand of pearl beads around his neck, and several silver rings on his left hand.
So tall and toned. Jeez, he’s handsome.
I’m so busy taking in the sight of the man, that I don’t notice the way he’s looking at me until right this second. Lips parted slightly, pupils blown, his scent filling my room with juicy peaches.
“Oh, ha, sorry!” I turn back to my closet, embarrassed that I was standing before him in my white lacy bra.
“Why are you apologizing? You’re in your own room.” Quin clears his throat. “And I enjoyed the view,” he murmurs.
“What?” I look at him over my shoulder, standing halfway in my closet now. Quin shrugs.
“You’re very beautiful, Harlow. Your body, your face. All of you is stunning. I was just a little surprised. The bra is see-through,” he chuckles, reaching up to grip the back of his neck, stretching all those muscles. His shirt peeks up, flashing the tan skin just above his jeans.
“Well fuck,” I grumble, looking down at my chest and confirming that he’s correct. Did he see my nipples harden at the sight of him?
“Don’t be embarrassed, Low,” Quin says softly, and I feel the heat of his body as he steps in close behind me. “You’re the most beautiful Omega I’ve ever seen.”
“Quinton…” I whisper, my eyes falling shut, and I pull in a lungful of his mouth watering scent as it ripens, spiking with desire.
“Harlow.” I don’t know if I want him to close the distance between us, or if I should close the closet door between us… I don’t move. Don’t dare take another breath. I just stand here, waiting. Hoping and hating that hope all at once. “We can count this as our date for the charity. I’ll wait for you in the living room,” he finally says, and once he’s out of my room, I deflate.
I didn’t intend for this to be our date, but I guess if that's what he wants, I’m fine with it.
“Well, you kicked my ass every round. Even when you tried to lose!” I tease. After spending a couple of hours bowling, we’re both hungry. The restaurant we picked wasn’t that busy when we got here, so we’re already seated in a booth at the back.
We’re slightly secluded, so we have some privacy. Instead of sitting across from me, Quin slides over until we are sitting next to each other. I’m reading over the menu, but I’m distracted. Quin’s thigh is pressed against mine, the heat of his body feeding the needy Omega instincts that crave his attention.
“I’ve had a lot more practice,” he shrugs. “I thought you did pretty well for someone who hasn’t gone bowling since you were a kid.” Quin bumps me with his shoulder, giving me a teasing smile that warms my blood.
What would it be like to lean into his body? To kiss that plush pink bottom lip?
Shit, I’m doing it again. Shaking away the thoughts, I force myself to focus on the menu, to pick something.
“Well, I thought I sucked. I’m not good at much of anything, it seems like,” I grumble. I didn’t mean to sound so pitiful and pathetic. I just don’t like feeling so out of control over my own instincts.
“You’re great at a lot of things, Harlow. Hell, you’re better at being an Omega than I am. Sometimes, I barely feel like one at all.” Quin shakes his head, and his scent turns sour.
“Hey…” I place my hand on his thigh, turning to him, frowning. “What do you mean, you barely feel like an Omega? Biology makes you an Omega, you can’t fuck it up.” I know he said he’s a little bit unsteady, and that his hormones are wonky, but…barely an Omega? Not even close.
“Except I do fuck it up. All the time! Cae thinks he’s not enough for me, that I need more, and that's why I’ve been so off balance. But I know the truth. I’m not enough for him. He wasn’t even into me before I perfumed. He liked–” Quin snaps his mouth shut, and then looks away from the menu to stare at me with wide eyes. “He liked girls.”
“He mated you.” I shrug, not understanding the issue. If his instincts and hormones are off balance, that can be fixed. If Cae really thinks he’s not enough to satisfy Quin, well… Lachlan is their pack mate. He should be more than enough to, um, assist when the time comes.
“I sleepwalked into Lachlan’s room one night… That's how bad I’ve gotten. I don’t think Cae knows how to help me. I don’t even know how to help myself.”
“You probably need to stop suppressing your instincts so much. Maybe try giving into them a little more, even when what you need makes you feel a little crazy,” I offer, giving his thigh a gentle squeeze.
“I don’t even know what’s instinct and what’s just pure crazy,” Quin chuckles, and I nod in understanding.
“Trust me, I get that completely.”
I wait until after the waiter takes our order, and then ask, “You were raised in a foster pack, right?” Quin nods, his expression turning somber. “You said mostly Alphas?”
“Yeah, that's right. I didn’t spend much time around Omegas until I met Caelum. The man that ran the foster pack was an Alpha. So were his employees.”
“Well, I’ll do what I can to help, while I can,” I offer, taking a sip of my soda and chewing the straw for a second.
“Thank you, Low,” Quin murmurs, turning his full attention to me, now that we don’t have the menu as a buffer.
“Of course.”
But then his fingertips are caressing my cheek, until he tucks my hair behind my ear, his touch lingering there.
“I like the pink. It was pretty before, of course, when it was blonde.” The look in Quin’s eyes as he takes a strand of pink between his fingers is gentle, but his scent is intense. “But pink suits you and your sass.”
“Hey, I’m not that sassy,” I snort, turning back to my soda.
“You definitely are. But I like that about you. How fierce you are, and how cute you look when you’re angry. The way you fight with Cae.” He smirks, and I shrug.
“Cae picks those fights,” I defend.
“I bet he enjoys the fight, too.”
Yeah. I bet he fucking does.
When we arrive back at the apartment, I ready myself for what's waiting on the other side. Caelum should be in there, waiting for his Omega. I’m burning with jealousy, and Quin senses something is off.
“I had fun today,” Quin murmurs beside me as he unlocks the door.
“I did too, Quin. We can do it again, if you want,” I offer, bracing for Cae and whatever he has planned for his Omega. I’m not the jealous type, normally. I’ve never watched another Omega get something I know I’d want, either, though.
The door swings open, and I hustle inside past Quin to hide my reaction, hoping he’ll be so distracted by romance that he won’t have time to notice me fleeing.
It’s dark, so I flick the light on in the entryway and ready myself to make a dash for the hallway leading to my bedroom to give them their privacy. Only there’s nothing. No Caelum. No flowers, no romance.
That motherfucker.
Well, thank fuck I didn’t tell Quin his Alpha would be waiting for him when we got here.
I stomp further into the apartment and into the hall, but I can tell no one is here.
“Harlow?” Quin peaks around the hall at me, and I spin back around to face him.
“Sorry. Uh, wine?” I offer, since I would feel like a dick for ditching him now.
Quin nods, and I follow him over to the kitchen and pull my phone out so I can curse Cae out.
I’ve typed out half a scathing message to the Alpha jerk, when the apartment door opens and Cae walks in.
My eyes go wide. I’m standing at the kitchen counter, so I see Cae first. I also see Quinton, and his reaction to his Alpha. The shock on his face. The happiness.
It warms my heart, filling it with joy, even as I get annoyed with myself for the jealousy I’m currently feeling.
Quinton places the glasses he’d grabbed on the counter beside the wine and greets Cae as he walks further into the apartment.
The smiles on their faces light the fucking room up.
They’re both so handsome. As their scents reach me, I swallow hard, standing so I can pour myself that glass of wine I now feel like I need.
“These are for you. I know you like red roses.” I hear Cae tell Quin behind me. There’s a rustling of plastic, so I assume he’s passing the flowers to his mate. “And this. I hope you like it.” Cae had quite a bit of stuff in his arms.
“Cae, they’re beautiful. Thank you.” I hear the sound of a kiss, then I see the flowers as the other Omega sets the bundle down beside me. I glance his way and watch as he takes the large gift bag over to the oversized sectional in the living room.
“These are for you, Harlow.” I glance back at Cae with suspicion, expecting to find… Well, I don’t know, but maybe something like a pie he’s planning to throw in my face.
“What?” I ask, when I see he’s holding a bag and a bundle of flowers up for me too. When he first walked in, I hadn’t really looked at him too closely, trying to avoid that raging green envy monster inside me.
“Well, Quinton isn’t the only Omega in the house, and I figured if he’d like flowers and a blanket, you would too.” Cae lifts a brow at me like he’s challenging me to deny the gifts.
Suspicion is the first thing I feel when he steps into my space… His attention often came with rude reminders of what kind of ass he can be.
Unfortunately, I’m a weak little Omega and snatch the gifts right out of his hands before he can change his mind.
The flowers are a bundle of pink tulips, my favorites. No one has ever bought them for me. I doubt I’ve ever even mentioned that I like tulips. I lift them to my nose and breathe in their sweet scent, smiling. I place them down beside the roses, and pull the gift bag open.
The lavender blanket is so soft and thick that I immediately want to wrap myself up in it, and climb into the closet in my bedroom.
I didn’t want to build myself a nest here, but now the instinct is overwhelming.
Looking up, I see that he bought the same blanket for Quin but in blue.
“Thank you,” I mumble, swallowing hard. I feel so off balance. So unsure. Quin rushes to his mate's side, pulling him in for a hug.
“I love it. It's perfect,” Quin tells him.
“I also bought chocolate, sprinkles, and strawberries. So we can make chocolate covered strawberries.” Cae presses a kiss to Quin's head, turning to grin at me. “It was Harlow’s idea. She mentioned you might like the blanket and flowers.”
“Really?” Quin is looking at me now, in a way I can’t explain. What is he thinking?
“I just thought it would be good for your instincts.” I shrug. “I didn’t mean for him to bring me anything…” Will Quinton be upset? Will he take it out on me? On Cae?
“I'm glad he did. You're special, Harlow. You should be showered with gifts.” Quin moves quickly, taking me by surprise as he scoops me into his arms. I squeak, dropping the gift bag and the blanket on the floor.
“Oh!” I place my hand on his shoulders, holding on tight for fear that he’ll drop me, but his grip around my waist is strong. I look down at him as he smiles up at me and can't help but giggle.
“Just having you here for six days is already making everything better. Maybe I'm not very good at being in Omega, but you are. You know what to ask for. What we need. I'm so glad you're here.” Quin spins us around a couple of times.
“Make these with us, Harlow,” Cae says with a grin. As he passes his mate, he slaps him on the ass. Quin chuckles, lowering me to my feet.
“What? No. I suggested the chocolate covered strawberries as a bonding moment between an Alpha and his Omega. I definitely should not be involved. I'm not your Omega. Quinton’s instincts–”
I was shaking my head, attempting to back away, when Quin cut me off. “You don't upset my instincts, Harlow. I like when you're around. I like spending time with you.” Quin reaches over, grabbing my hand, and tugs me into his side. His scent blossoms in the air around us, making me dizzy with need. “This will be fun, and if Cae says anything to piss you off, we can tie him up in my bed.”
Every thought I had about escaping flees my mind as the mental image of Cae tied up in a bed floods in.
Maybe naked.
“I-I have to work tomorrow…” I manage to mumble weakly.
“I promise to have you tucked into bed by ten.” Cae winks.
Maybe it's my hormones, or maybe I spent too much time worrying about Quin's instincts and not enough time worrying about mine. Either way, I really want to say yes.
To stay here with them. To share in this moment with these men that aren’t mine. That can't be mine.
That don't even want me.
But if they don't want me, why do they act like they do? Why would Cae bring me the same gift he brought his Omega?
Why would Quin want me to stay right now? He could have Cae all to himself as they share this romantic moment.
Scents don't lie. Quinton’s peach cobbler scent is like a siren's call, luring me in. Caelum’s Alpha scent of caramelized apricots promises a pack.
A family that wants me. The real me.
The woman I am, not the woman they think they can turn me into.
This is insane. I need to show them that.
I need to make them see that having another Omega around isn't the right call. I'm like a time bomb waiting to go off.
“Let me go change,” I whisper, picking my blanket up off the floor. I feel like I walk away from them in a trance. What I'm doing is reckless. It could get me kicked out. Tonight.
Then I'd be forced to move back in with my parents. I haven't even looked for any Omega housing…
I'm in my closet, staring at all the clothes I've already hung up. I came in here with a specific goal.
My hands tremble slightly as I remove my clothes, until I'm in nothing but my thong.
I grab a thin, white tank top, and a pair of tight, black elastic shorts that show off the curve of my ass.
Glancing in the mirror, you can see my breasts through the shirt.
I still don't have on any scent blocker, but even if I did, I wouldn't use it right now. What I'm about to do requires my scent to be in full bloom for the two men waiting out there.
Overall, I’ve enjoyed being here, even if it was only for six days. The guys are clean and safe. And they're also not my mother.
I guess I have really low standards. Requirement number one for being my roommate? Be anyone other than my mother, and you're all set.
I love the woman, but her constant hovering is more than I can take on a good day. Let alone, every single day.
I tie my pink hair up into a messy bun, clean my makeup up, take one last look in the mirror, and head back to the kitchen.
The second the men see me, I regret my decision. This plan relies on turning them on, to show them that instincts will always trump whatever rational reasoning skills you have. But also on showing them how turned on I am, which means that we're all suffering tonight, that pushing Omegas can have consequences. Hoping that Quin’s repressed instincts realize the dilemma and prove that my presence here was not a good idea. Cae’s petty bullshit aside.
Only, when the three of us go to bed, only one person is going to bed alone. Me.
“I didn't wanna get my clothes dirty,” I mumble with a shrug as I approach the counter, both men keeping their eyes trained on me.
Cae has one hand on the microwave door, but he's facing me as I stop at the edge of the marble topped island. Quinton is across from me, pulling the green leaves off of the strawberries. A neat row of already washed strawberries sit waiting to be skewered on the cutting board in front of him.
It's a little bit chilly, and I can feel my nipples hardening, the fabric of my shirt rubbing against the sensitive skin. Walking around the island, I stop a few feet from the Omega whose presence rattles my senses.
Quin's gaze drops to my chest and remains there. The desire in his scent hits me, causing slick to drench my thong. I barely hold in the sound of my whimper, and I don't even try to control the way that my scent responds to Quin.
They want to play with fire? I'll be their fucking Fireball.
Cae clears his throat, taking his hand off the microwave, before stepping between Quin and me, cutting off his mate's view of me.
With him standing so close, the intensity of his scent washes through my system like a drug. My lips part as I glance up at him. Cae smirks, flashing that same cocky look as always.
“You're hardly playing fair. You brought titties to a cock fight.” Then he shocks the ever loving fuck out of me, by lifting his hand and pinching my nipple. I gasp, my scent thick in the air as it ripens.
My reaction to his sudden touch is obvious. Pure lust.
I might want to choke this Alpha with my bare hands, but I also want to ride his face as he eats me out. Better use of that mouth, honestly…
Which is never going to happen.
“You should know I love a dirty fight.” Cae leans down and nips my earlobe, only messing my system up even more.
As he returns to his task, I join Quin, keeping my eyes down, refusing to meet his inquisitive gaze.
“Why don't you pat them dry, so the chocolate will stick,” Quin says, passing me a roll of paper towels and nodding to the strawberries.
The heady smell of chocolate and strawberries coming from both the food and my own traitorous response fills the air around us as I start my task.
We spend the next twenty minutes meticulously assembling a dozen chocolate covered strawberries, sprinkling some with the colorful sprinkles, our combined scents flooding the small space between us, but no one says anything.
Not even when Cae removed his shirt because he got a little chocolate on it.
Or when Quin used his thumb to spread some across his bottom lip and had Cae lick it off…
I came out here with the intention to fight dirty, but I didn't expect them to call my bluff. That has to be what they're doing, right? Calling my bluff. Daring me to embarrass myself in front of them.
I was so distracted, I forgot about my untouched glass of wine. I don't want it anymore, though. The last thing I should do right now is add fuel to this fire by getting tipsy.
I grab the glass, intending to dump it down the drain, but Quin grabs it, taking several gulps.
“Sorry. Needed something to take the edge off,” he says with a playful smile, as he gives me my drink back. The curling tips of his black hair across his forehead have my fingers itching to reach out to push the strands back.
Before the impulse can take hold, I glance back at the glass in my hand. At this point, it's only got a few sips left, so I finish it off and place it in the sink.
“Why don't you two go cuddle up on the couch under Quin's new blanket? You're looking a bit chilled, Harlow. I'll clean up the mess in here,” Cae offers. I'm still trying to formulate a protest when Quin starts herding me toward the couch.
He's got me tucked into his side, his blanket across my lap, before I even get a response out.
“Today was perfect. The best day I've had in months, Harlow. All because of you.” The press of Quinton’s lips against the side of my head makes me shiver, especially because Cae was just sucking his lip clean of chocolate.
“You deserve to be happy, Quin.”
“So do you.”
Quin holds me close, his warmth sweeping into me. The heaviness of the last few days is getting to me, and even though I know I shouldn't, I can't resist falling asleep in Quin’s arms.
“Wake up, sleepy Omegas…” A warm hand caressing my cheek pulls me from the sexy dreams I was having. I yawn, blinking my eyes open, and sit up. “They’re ready to taste.” Cae says with a gentle smile, holding up a plate of the desserts we made together.
“You should take the first bite…” Quin keeps his arm tucked around my waist, and I can’t help but lean against him a little more.
What does Cae think of his Omega cuddling me in front of him?
“Here,” Cae picks one of the chocolate covered strawberries up by the stick we shoved into them, and lifts it to my lips. I glare at the Alpha, but don’t resist. He’s just stubborn enough that he’d probably fight me on this.
The chocolate cracks, and some of the tiny pieces fall down my chin, and onto my breasts. I cup my hand under my chin to catch the excess, as I finish taking my bite. My eyes flutter shut, because fuck, thats good.
“Mmm, yummy.” I murmur, as I finish chewing. When I open my eyes, Caelum is still kneeling before me, holding the dessert, but the plate is behind him on the coffee table now.
“Bite, Omega.” Cae instructs Quinton, whose eyes light up with desire when his Alpha’s tone deepens.
“Yes, Alpha.” Quin leans forward, as Cae presses the already bitten strawberry to his lips for a bite. The moan he releases is criminal, and I feel my slick wetting my panties.
I watch as he chews slowly, and I want to lick a drip of strawberry juice off his lip. His tongue swipes across it though, making me pout.
Cae pulls the remaining half off the stick, and lifts it between the two of us.
“Share the last bite.” His growly tone is so sexy. Why is he so hot? Why is Quin so hot? Why are their scents so fucking good? I lean in slowly, as Quin does the same. He’s looking at me now, our bodies still pressed close together.
My teeth sink into the fruit, my lips brushing over Caelum’s fingers, as Quin does the same, his head tilted slightly. It’s like we’re about to kiss, and my heart races in my chest.
My scent is heavy in the air, mixing so well with theirs. I pull back so I can chew, and watch as Cae licks his fingers clean.
“Missed some.” Quin murmurs, reaching forward to swipe some of the chocolate off the tops of my breasts.
“Want me to lick it clean for you?” Cae offers with one of his cocky smirks.
I stare at him for a long moment, and can’t tell if he’s joking or not.
This plan is backfiring spectacularly. I made a grave miscalculation.
Shit is getting too real. They’re calling my bluff…
“I need sleep!” I announce, jumping to my feet. Caelum is still kneeling in front of me though. Instead of picking one direction or the other, I panic, and try to fucking plow through him.
One foot plants on either side of his knees, and I stand. This presses his face right up into my upper abdomen, and as he looks up at me…he’s got a face full of titties.
His hands snap to my hips, preventing himself from falling back, and me from escaping.
“If you wanted my hands on your body, you could have just asked, Fireball,” Cae growls. The sound has a whine slipping free from my chest. Oh, heck.
I plant my hands on his shoulders, staring down at him.
This is entirely the wrong position to be in with this Alpha.
“Goodnight!” I yelp, and make a mad dash for the hall. This time I do pick one direction, and still nearly knock the Alpha over as I run.
I slam my door shut behind me, and fling myself into my bed.
What the fuck am I doing?
This needs to stop!
I have to get a hold of myself and these damn hormonal ass instincts.
“Naughty Omega…” someone whispers, waking me. I’m warm, so warm…there’s a heavy weight behind me, and when I try to blink, all I see is darkness. The scent of peaches and apricots is heavy in the air, and I have to resist groaning.
“Shh,” the man behind me hisses, before snuggling further into me. Quin. His scent is all over my sheets now. Oh hell, I'll have to wash these tomorrow. Quin tightens his hold around my body, one of his hands is flat against my abdomen, and I can’t stop the train of dirty thoughts from leaving the horny station.
I can’t fight the urge to wiggle my hips, just a little, as my ass presses into his hardness.
“Come on, before you wake her,” Caelum adds, but he makes no move to extract his Omega from my bed, or my body.
“Don't want to,” Quin’s arm only tightens around me, and when he nuzzles my neck, breathing in my scent, I whimper.
Why is he doing this?
He has an Alpha. He even has Lachlan, even if they are in a weird place right now.
He's trying to torture me. No… That's very unlike Quin. Cae, maybe. But never Quin.
“You have to ask before you climb into her bed, Quin.” Cae chuckles. “Even if her scent is telling us she’s enjoying the snuggles.” I can’t see him, but I can hear the humor in his tone. So glad one of us is entertained.
“Shit, I'm doing it again,” Quin grumbles, releasing me suddenly, cold air replacing the warmth of his body in an instant. I remain still. Hopefully neither of them noticed the whine. Or if they did, they both assume it was done in my sleep. Because now that he’s no longer holding me, I’m ready to cry. I want to spin around and demand he keep holding me…
He started this… It’s only fair.
Quin climbs out of my bed with help from Caelum, and the soft sound of their retreating footsteps leaving my room shouldn't make my chest ache with loneliness, but I want them both to come back.
To hold me between them. To soothe that missing piece of my soul that tells me I belong.
Bullshit wishful thinking.
Still I fling my blanket off my body, rip the sheet off my bed, along with my pillow, and drag them into my nest.
I curl up with them on top of the blanket the Alpha gifted me earlier tonight, and whine.
It’s a pathetic, lonely sound, and tears sting my eyes.
Gah! Damn male Omegas, and their delicious scents. Damn Alphas, and their sexy growls and dominance…
Damn men!