Chapter 7
Violet
When I wake, I know my heat is over. My mind is clear for the first time in days, and the need to pee has me crawling out from under the pile of limbs and out of my nest.
A snore has me freezing mid-step. I grin as I look down at the naked men. The three men who blew my mind for the last week. My Alphas, my Beta.
Holy fuck. My eyes widen as my belly dips. I met my scent matches. I had my first heat!
I should be freaking out with how fast all of this has happened. I didn’t even know them for twenty-four hours before I slept with them all.
I feel happy. So fucking happy it hurts. The idea of getting to know them better excites me. But what does this mean for my career?
Do I just up and quit? A part of me isn’t even sure they want me, but with the way they kept saying they’ve been waiting for me all of their lives, I don’t think it would be that far off to think they would want to keep me. Even if they don’t know anything about me.
I’ve made sure to keep anything personal to myself, just in case this went south; I didn’t want to have to worry about them tracking me down.
I think what I need to do is wait for them to wake up so we can all sit down and talk about it.
Remembering I need to pee, I slip out of the room and make a dash for the bathroom. When I’m done, I go on a hunt for my clothes.
Yes, I just spent the week naked around these guys, but that was different. I’m in my right mind again, and it’s cold in here.
I find my clothes in the spare bedroom and quickly slip them on. My belly rumbles, letting me know that I could use something to eat.
Looking at the side table, I find my phone sitting there, waiting for me. I grab it and check it. My eyes widen when I see how many missed messages I’ve received.
Guilt hits me when I see how worried my friends were. I send them a quick text letting them know I’m fine, that I found some Alphas, and that I’m living the dream right now.
They demand I give details when I can and wish me a Merry Christmas.
Holy shit, it’s Christmas.
I run to the kitchen window and look out. The snow has stopped, and the sun is shining. Well, having my heat was one way to pass the time during this snowstorm.
Pulling my attention away from the window, I look around the house, taking the time to get a real good look at this place.
It’s decked out in Christmas decorations. There’s a tree over in the corner, stockings on the fireplace, and every doorway is framed with garland. I smile as I imagine a stocking pinned up for me next to theirs this time next year.
Happiness floods me as I head into the kitchen. I pull out everything I need for a big Christmas breakfast and get to work.
I want to thank them for everything they’ve done for me this past week. They’ve taken care of me and made sure I was fed and washed. This is the least I can do for them after I put them through quite the workout.
Once everything is in place and the table is set, I’m about to head back to wake them all up when I hear a knock at the door.
I pause, looking at the door and then back toward the room. I should go and wake them up to answer the door; this isn’t my place. But I also don’t want to make whoever it is out there stand in the cold and wait.
When there’s another knock, I make the decision to answer it myself. “Hello,” I say when I open the door, a friendly smile on my face.
It’s a woman. A heavily pregnant woman. “Who are you?” she asks in a clipped tone, crossing her arms as she glares at me.
My smile falls. “Ah, I’m Violet.”
“Well, Violet, my name is Sylvia and I’d like to know why you’re in my Alphas’ house?”
My stomach drops as my heart pounds in my chest. Her Alphas? But she’s not an Omega. That has to mean this isn’t her pack, right?
“Y-your Alphas?” I stammer out as everything starts to fall apart.
“Yes. My Alphas. I leave for a few weeks and come back to them fucking some Omega?” She rubs her belly. “While here I am, pregnant with their baby.”
Everything crashes down around me.
I stare at her belly as her words sink in. I should have known this was too good to be true. I knew nothing about these men, and here they had someone. And a baby on the way.
They cheated on this poor woman while she was away. Everything they said is a lie. I was just some Omega pussy for them to indulge in while their Beta was away.
I feel sick. I’m gonna puke.
I try not to pass out as I stumble away from the door and over to my boots. I clumsily put them on and grab my jacket, snatching up my purse and a pair of keys to one of the snowmobiles. I don’t look at her as I pass her in the doorway. “I’m so sorry,” I say, tears running down my face.
I’m doing my best to hold it together as I find out which machine the keys belong to. When I have the right one, I start it up and take off right away.
It’s only when I’m back at my cabin and behind the locked front door that I drop to the floor and let out a heart-wrenching sob.
My dreams have been shattered. All I ever wanted was to find Alphas who loved me, wanted me, to give my first heat. I wanted my first time having sex to be with someone who wanted me forever.
But it’s all gone now, wasted on men who used me as a thrill.
I don’t waste any more time and pull myself to my feet. I need to get out of here, to catch the first flight home.
For the next five minutes, I grab what’s important before heading out to the Jeep. Whatever I leave behind, I’ll pay the people who look after the cabin to ship it back to me.
Wiping my eyes, I start up the Jeep, relieved that the plow has been through here, so I’m able to get out with little trouble.
The whole way to the airport, I try to keep it together. They’re not worth my tears.
Only, I seem to forget the fact that I’m their scent match, and being away from them could literally kill me.
But I can’t think about that right now. There are ways around it. I can take suppressants so I don’t have another heat. There have been a few Omegas who didn’t have access to their Alphas, and they were given meds to take the pain away.
Anything is better than experiencing the devastation I’m feeling right now.
This trip was a mistake. I should have never come. And now my favorite holiday is tarnished.
I’m never giving another man the chance to hurt me again. I’ll just be by myself for the rest of my life. It would hurt so much less.
I used to think finding my Alphas would make me complete. What a fucking lie.
Aiden
The smell of bacon wakes me from my sleep. A dopey grin takes over my face. Life is fucking amazing. I have the two men I love most in my life lying next to me, and I just spent the week taking care of my Omega during her heat. And now she’s out there, making us food? I’m living the dream right now.
Groaning, I sit up and see my two sexy lovers lying there in a heap of naked limbs. “Get up,” I grumble, slapping Nolan on the ass. He bolts up, eyes wide and hair messy.
“What the fuck?” he mutters.
I chuckle. “Our Omega is making us food. It would be rude to let it get cold.”
“Food?” Thomas mumbles, sitting up with his eyes still closed. “Bacon?”
“Yes.” I laugh again. “Come on.”
We all stumble to get dressed and make our way out to the kitchen.
“Good morning, little—” Only, it’s not Violet standing there over plates of hot food. My stomach drops. “Sylvia? What are you doing here?”
“Where’s Violet?” Nolan asks, looking around the room.
“You mean that little whore of an Omega who answered the door? Don’t worry, I got rid of her. Now, sit and eat before it gets cold. I worked so hard to make you a Christmas breakfast.”
“What did you do?” I roar, anger filling my veins as I step closer to this crazy bitch.
She glares at me. “You’re mine. And it’s about time you see that. I came home to find some little Omega slut in our house! How could you?”
“It’s not your fucking house. It’s our house. How many times do we have to tell you, we’re over. We hardly even had anything to begin with. Why won’t you just fuck off!” Thomas shouts.
She flinches back. “Don’t yell at me! It’s not good for our baby.”
“Are you fucking crazy?!” Nolan shouts. “It’s not our baby!”
“It could be.” Tears fill her eyes. “Just try. Please?”
I can’t deal with her right now. I have never laid my hands on a woman, especially a pregnant one, but she’s really testing me. Grabbing my phone, I dial Bill. It rings three times before he picks up. “Hello?”
“Come get your fucking daughter, Bill. If she comes near us one more time, we will be pressing charges. Do you understand me?”
He curses. “Fucking hell. I’m so sorry, Aiden. I told her not to go up there. I reminded her of the restraining order.”
“Get her now!” I scream before hanging up the phone.
“One of the snowmobiles is gone!” Nolan yells, rushing back into the house with a frantic look on his face.
“Fuck!” I roar, swinging a murderous glare toward Sylvia. “If I lose my Omega because of you, there will be hell to pay!”
She sobs, begging me to love her, to pick her.
I leave her there crying on the floor as I grab a set of keys. “Stay with her,” I tell Thomas, who looks distraught and confused. But I don’t have time to comfort him. I need to make sure Violet is still at her cabin.
Taking off, I start up the mobile. “Wait!” Nolan shouts, jumping on the back. The moment his arms are around me, I take off. The whole way there, my heart pounds erratically.
She needs to be there. I can’t lose her. I just found her.
Fucking Sylvia. She’s crazy! All we did was go on a few dates and slept with her one time. She showed her true colors the next morning when she was acting like she was our Omega and planning out our entire future. We had to break things off, but it didn’t stop her. She called us like crazy, showed up at our house, and stalked us throughout town. It’s been a year, and we thought when she got pregnant by Tony, one of the Betas in town, that she would give up on the crazy fantasy that she was ours.
Clearly not.
I shut off the mobile, and Nolan jumps off. “No!” he cries out. “The Jeep is gone. She’s gone!”
I refuse to believe it. I take off running toward the front door and find it’s unlocked. I open the door and step inside. The lights are off, and the place looks empty. “Violet!” I shout over and over as I search the house.
Nothing. She’s gone.
Nolan is standing in the doorway, tears wetting his face. “She’s gone.”
How do I go from having everything I ever dreamed of to losing it all in the blink of an eye?