Chapter 7
CHAPTER
SEVEN
AUGUST
I’m bonded.
I have two fucking bond marks marring each side of my goddamn neck.
What happened?
I try to ground myself, but anytime I do that, the panic starts again, because I’m in some random house—beautiful house, I might add—and I have no clue who owns the thing.
As I float back to scanning my body, it doesn’t even feel like mine.
I’m guessing a Mack truck ran me over at highway speeds and reversed back over me to ensure they finished the job while I was out.
Then my eyes land back on my new marks, and the hyperventilating starts again.
Why would two, I’m assuming, Alphas want to bond with a boring beta like me?
Did I get kidnapped and drugged? None of this makes sense, but my body doesn’t feel like it’s in danger, even if I want to ignore everything my treacherous body is telling me and sprint out of this house to safety.
Still, my mind floats back to being the beta that has always floated under the radar.
I have a basic desk job and do nothing to rock the boat.
The wildest thing I’ve done recently is get my nose pierced and dye my hair the lightest shade of pink I could get away with in the office.
But other than that, I’m the definition of boring.
I woke up naked in the bed between two bodies that I didn’t even look at before getting up and running into the en suite.
My whole body feels sticky, in what I’m assuming to be sweat, but extra sticky and even wet between my thighs…
Reaching down and running my hand between my legs, I am immediately met with sticky, slick.
What. The. Fuck.
I know what slick feels like, having grown up with an omega bestfriend, but why do I have it between my legs?
Did they add it there? What kind of freak shit are these two into?
And I feel like I’m covered in some kind of caramel perfume or something.
To the point I need to clear my throat every few seconds because the scent is so strong.
My vision starts to blur, tears filling my eyes, as I lean over the counter again, trying to catch my breath.
In through my nose.
Out through my mouth.
I keep repeating it until my breathing starts to even out again.
That’s when the door to the bathroom is kicked in. I meet the eyes of a huge Alpha. His scent hits me first, and fuck, my knees almost buckle. Sea salt and coconuts, like an expensive tanning oil, but the one with the protective SPF, engulfs me.
How my body can already tell he’s protective is beyond me, but it’s rolling off of him.
He hits his knees when he sees that I’m upset, and the confusion that is lacing everyone of my thoughts is all consuming. Why is this Alpha on his knees—is it for me?
I let my eyes roam down his bare form, and it appears his whole body was sculpted by the gods. My eyes land on his massive cock, and I choke out, “Holy shit, you’re fucking hot.” I slam my hand over my mouth, letting out a little squeak of embarrassment.
He laughs, the smooth, smoky laugh that only comes with a smidge of age, leaving me to assume he probably has over a couple of years on me.
His skin is practically glowing, and little jewels hang from his dark locks, making me want to examine them up close.
Random tattoos mark his body from what I can see.
I can always tell a lot about a person by what they decorate their bodies with.
A second later, another Alpha comes through the door, and my breath is taken away yet again. His scent is dripping off of him too. Chocolate and bergamot mixing with the first Alpha’s beachy goodness. And he’s drop-dead gorgeous.
Dark hair that’s faded on the sides and long and messy on the top.
The epitome of “I just fucked the shit out of someone,” and based on how I’m feeling, I think that someone was me…
He happens to be completely naked, like the first Alpha, and my eyes slide down his chest to the patch of hair lining his stomach, dipping into a V-line that looks like it comes from physical labor and beer.
But not in the disgusting, creepy, old-man way.
Fuck, I’m not going to survive these two.
The second one hits his knees too, and rushes out, “We can explain.” He holds his hands up like I’m not the one intruding in their house.
Well, I can only assume this is their house…
The first one starts. “I’m Kev and this is Abel. Do you remember anything from your heat?”
I choke on my words. “My heat?!”
Both of their brows pull together as their heads creepily tilt in the same direction simultaneously.
“Yeah, your heat. This would’ve been day seven, do your heats usually last that long?
” The first one’s—Kev’s—voice is so comforting, I just want to curl up in his arms and rub my face all over his body.
What was that…
I shrink into myself and whisper, “I’m a beta… I don’t have heats.”
“I can guarantee you’re not a beta from the slick and the heat we just had to help you through, August… You’re an omega.”
Still coming out of the fog of what I guess was my first heat is not helping my confusion in the slightest.
There’s no way I’m an omega…
“Wait, is this caramel stench, me?!”
“Your scent is the furthest from a stench, but yes it is. And there’s some sandalwood mixed in there too when you’re coming on our co—” Abel is cut off by a slap to the chest, and I feel myself blushing at the heat in his voice and stars in his eyes from him talking about fucking me.
“Okay… say I am an omega now. How in the hell did I get here?” Not that I’m complaining. I didn’t have to suffer through any heats alone, be courted by weird-ass Alphas that fetishize omegas, or be sold off like Ryker was.
“We may have bought you from a dating auction webs—”
Welp, take that last sentence back.
Abel cuts Kev off by slapping him in the chest this time. “What he means is, we were on a dating site looking for an omega to complete our pack, and we stumbled across your profile.”
“My profile?”
Abel continues, and I can tell he’s the pack leader by how he guides the conversations and the way Kev looks to him when he doesn’t know what to say. “Yeah, we assumed that you had created the dating profile, but the closer we got to the date time, the weirder the texts started to become.”
“Text? I didn’t create a profile… The last thing I remember was walking home from work.”
“The website keeps all contact through them—we now know that’s a big red flag waving—but by the time we were getting ready to leave for the date with you, they told us you were in heat and threatening to give you to other Alphas.”
A shiver runs through my body at the thought of how bad this situation really could have been. What if horrific Alphas with no moral compass would have beat them to me?
“Can you two get off your knees, please?” I ask, and they’re immediately up on their feet.
“Thank you.” I smile shyly and add, “Now, how did this happen?” I wave to my new bond marks.
Abel’s hand slowly comes up. “The first one was me… I couldn’t handle not being bonded to you any longer, and I’m sure you can feel the pull by now—you’re my scent match.
I wasn’t letting you go.” A devilish smile lines his lips that distracts me momentarily before it hits me that he just said scent match.
“Scent match?! I just found out I’m a late-blooming omega, and now I have a fucking scent match too? And I’m already bonded?” The smile lining my lips needs to be studied because what the hell is wrong with me?
“Two scent matches that are bonded to you, actually…” Kev picks his head up slightly to meet my eyes with shame covering his face.
I squeak, “Two scent matches?! How is this possible?”
“We’re sorry we didn’t court you before, or give you the option for when or where you wanted to be bonded.”
When I take a few steps closer to them, they immediately sigh in relief and pull me into their bodies, encasing me perfectly.
My eyes start to water, and it feels like I could cry with how much their scents affect me.
I know I should be worried and probably asking lots of other questions, but we’ll just blame it on my post-heat exhaustion for now.
“Can we shower, and then maybe I’ll find it within myself to be pissed off at you two.
Also I’m going to need the morning after pill… ”
They both nod, and Kev whispers, “I have some in the medicine cabinet. I’ll go grab them.”
Just call me Mr. Stockholm Syndrome at this point, because I don’t see a bad side to any of this.
Does that make me a shit person?
Probably.
But I can’t find it in me to care.
I’m an omega now.