8. Hazel
Chapter 8
Hazel
M y entire body was sore and sticky. It was like I had run several marathons without showering. It could have been days; it could’ve been weeks. I had no idea how long my heat had lasted.
It was definitely over now.
The guys were fast asleep, and I felt a twinge of guilt. I’d been relentless in my need for them. They were probably completely drained and totally exhausted.
Crawling out of the nest, I decided to leave them to rest while I took a quick shower. My legs shook as I took a step toward the door. If I used the bathroom that adjoined the room, I could have potentially woken them.
So, instead of using the bathroom where Phillip had fucked me in the shower, I padded down the hallway, naked. Any modesty I’d had before this heat had been destroyed with copious orgasms. I had never been the kind of woman who would walk around her own dorm room naked, let alone a man’s.
Following the familiar smell, I found myself in Roman’s room. Given everything we’d been through, I didn’t think he would be averse to me using his shower. At one point, he’d even admitted that he had been jealous of Phillip because my scent was all over his bathroom.
The entire house wasn’t quite clean, considering they were three single men living together. Part of me had expected the bathrooms to be in need of a major decontamination. I’d been pleasantly surprised by the cleanliness and delicious smell that coated every surface.
I snorted lightly to myself as I turned on the shower. To think, when I had first entered this place, however long ago it had been, I had thought all of these delicious smells had been cleaning products.
It was safe to say I had been shown the light, truly and thoroughly.
Throwing my hair up in a hair tie, I made quick work of washing my body. Between my legs felt impossibly sore, so I just let some cool water slide over it and left it at that.
My lady business was going to need a few days to heal.
But it was so worth it.
Would they be willing to join you for your next heat?
The thought entered my mind, and I quickly dismissed it. This was a one-off. The only reason I had managed to snag three highly athletic, beautiful men was because I was in their home, going into a surprise heat, and they were decent men. They wouldn’t have let me suffer by going home alone.
But maybe we could still be friends after this.
And occasionally fuck.
Wrapping myself in an oversized bath towel, I wandered into Roman’s bedroom. Where on earth was the dress I had been wearing the night of the party? Surely, it had to be there somewhere?
I glanced around the room until my eyes landed on the neatly folded pile of laundry on the dresser.
For now, I would have to make do with stealing one of his shirts. I had worn several of the guys’ shirts throughout my heat, so I doubted Roman would mind.
I carefully waded through the piles until my hand rested on a familiar fabric. It was a jersey. I silently cheered to myself. Jerseys were always oversized and really comfortable. Plus, they looked cute.
Tugging the fabric out of the pile, I held it up, checking the name on the back.
My stomach sank.
Oh no.
Oh no no no.
The name emblazoned on the back of the jersey was Kingswood. Not only that, but it was a red jersey.
Roman had mentioned that he went to Avalon University, but in the haze of lust and heat, I hadn’t connected the dots.
Roman Kingswood had been butting heads with Seb on the ice for years. In their freshman year, they’d gotten into a fight so bad, they’d both walked away with broken noses and suspensions lasting several games.
Sebastian hated Kingswood.
My mind raced as I tried to reconcile the Kingswood that Seb had told me about—the cruel, cocky bastard—with the sweet, caring alpha who had just seen me through my heat.
This wasn’t good.
My heart pounded. If Seb knew I had spent a heat with the Kingswood pack, he would be livid. Worse, he would feel utterly betrayed.
Tears gathered in the corners of my eyes as I tossed the jersey to one side. I grabbed the first T-shirt and pair of sweatpants my hands touched and threw them on. It didn’t matter how I looked.
I needed to get home.
Hopefully, I didn’t destroy my relationship with my best friend over a few days of epic fucking.
I easily found my handbag, which was sitting on the kitchen island. Grabbing it, I quickly rummaged through and found my cell phone and all of my personal items still inside.
A quick look at the date let me know that I had been in the house for six days.
I had a few text messages from Seb, but nothing urgent. It wasn’t uncommon for us to go a few days without talking, especially if he’d found a lady friend to distract him.
I took a shallow breath. Something deep in my stomach panged at the idea of leaving the guys, but in my post-heat clarity, I knew I needed to get home and get my head on straight.
Everything Sebastian had told me about the Kingswood pack was that they were playboys. They fucked a different omega every week and discarded the ones they used. While they hadn’t given me that impression, I needed some space to think.
And if I was gone much longer, Seb was going to ask questions.
My heart felt heavy as I snuck out of the house and started making my way back home. Thankfully, there was an easy bus I could catch.
I couldn’t help the feeling that I was walking away from something special.