Chapter 2 Run, Ondine. Run!
Run, Ondine. Run!
Ondine
We arrive at the end of the line, the lights return, and the train comes to a complete stop. Jake gestures for me to follow. I fall in step behind him without trouble. The platforms come together at a point, and Jake turns towards the parking structure, and I just stop.
Can I really do this? This is the end of the line. The train will head back under the river, back to the city, and across town, all the way to another Heat Clinic. Maybe I should just get back on the train?
Jake notices I’m not with him and turns around. Fifteen feet separate us. He cocks his head to the side, asking, Are you coming?
“I’m going into heat,” I confess into the space between us. “Any time now.”
He nods in understanding.
“Then let’s get you home.”
I need a home. I need an alpha who can make me come.
A lot.
I have no choice here. This has to happen. Blinking rapidly, my eyes clear and look around me. No one is around.
He prowls up to me and takes my elbow in his hand and leads me away.
His car is parked at the very top of the parking structure next to the station. It’s a two-seater sports car. Silver with a bluish hue. I climb into the passenger seat, sinking into the leather. He turns on the heated seats, and it wretches another whine from me.
“That’s such a beautiful sound, baby,” he groans and then adjusts himself in the seat next to me.
His car is saturated in his birthday cake scent.
Indicating he’s probably the only one who drives this car.
I have the errant thought that I don’t have anything of Arnie’s with me.
Nothing with his smell. Betas don’t have potent scents like alphas or omegas, but an article of clothing would still “smell” like Arnie. His unique man smell.
I wish I’d taken something of his with me today. I’d left anything of him behind.
It’s a fifteen minute drive to the Meier Pack home, even though it’s just a few miles.
It’s in a closed neighborhood on a peninsula on the river.
Trees surround his property, and there’s a dock out back.
It’s got a witch’s hat turret and a wrap-around porch.
It’s actually a beautiful home. I note the fleet of black SUVs on a driveway next to the house.
My breaths are coming in and out more shallow, and a sheen of sweat breaks out over my skin.
Please, god, don’t be having another spike.
Jake parks his car in a garage with several other cars and vehicles already inside. Once he turns off the engine, he leans back and breathes in deeply.
“That scent blocker is finally wearing off, baby,” he mutters, mostly to himself.
“Alpha Meier,” I say, and it makes him shudder.
“Yes, baby?”
I have to be real with myself. I’m fading. Fast.
“I’m running out of time,” I whisper. It is so quiet in the car, I don’t need to say it any louder for him to hear, anyway.
“You are a good omega, aren’t you?” he purrs from his chest, and it goes straight to my pussy.
No, I’m really not.
“Come on, let’s get you inside first.”
I continue to hold my satchel close to my chest as he directs me into the house from the side door.
We get into the kitchen and are greeted by a male beta.
Jake excuses him for the day, and the beta is a bit shocked, but does as he says.
“And Emmerson,” Jake says to him on his way out, “Tell all the other betas to leave the property for now.”
There’s a note of possession in his voice, and the beta catches it just as clearly as I do. He looks at me with pity and leaves.
That’s not great.
What did I get myself into?