Whatever floats her boat though. At least one of us has a healthy relationship with sex.
It has been years since I was with my old pack. Not like any of what they did to me was remotely enjoyable. Not even when I would fall into the mindlessness of a heat.
By the time I have got undressed and have packed my bag, all the girls have left for the night. The time alone gives me a moment to decompress.
A moment to think of all the insanity of my day.
Cal met my daughter.
Amity Alpha-barked at me.
Cal promised to be there for me and Amity.
Fuck, my little girl.
Putting my head into my hands, I breathe through the panic I can feel rising in my chest.
What the fuck am I meant to do? I have only heard of a few cases of female Alphas and none of them have ever been pleasant. Those women fight every single day due to the rarity of their designation. There is a need for them to prove who they are in a world they shouldn’t have to.
The thought of my daughter having to go through that, and at such a young age, is horrific.
I shouldn’t have expected any less. With her fathers being Alphas and along with my designation, I was only ever destined for to have either or.
Omegas and Alphas just don’t birth Betas. That is as rare as a female Alpha.
The next thought that enters the forefront of my mind just as brutally, is the fact that Conall knows what she is.
Shooting up straight, a cold sweat floods my body. My eyes dart to my bag and I stagger towards it. My breathing comes out in a harsh panic as the overwhelming need to protect my baby inundates my thoughts.
I need to get home. To bundle my little girl in my nest. To protect her.
Nest? Wait? What?
I pause at the exit of the dressing room to collect my thoughts. It has been years since the desire for a nest has nudged at me.
During the time the Andrews pack held me captive, my nest was my only source of comfort. And that was only when they weren’t in there tainting it with their scents.
But the need for one now is so strong that it is impossible to ignore.
Shit, I don’t even have any good blankets or pillows to make a nest. My bed has two flat and worn out pillows on it. I don’t even allow myself decorative pillows.
I had that much desire to push everything Omega out of my life that any kind of ‘comfort’ item was an immediate no.
But now? All I want is a fluffy blanket to curl up in with my daughter. To hide out amongst fabrics that will feel like silk against my skin and protect what is mine.
To have my Alphas surrounding us and providing that extra level of care.
Alphas?
No. No. No. No.
I don’t have Alphas. I’m not a fucking Omega. I am a goddamn Beta.
Shaking my head, I continue out the building until I run into a body. I grunt, stumbling back but another wall at my back steadies me.
“Hey, where are you going, Little Devil?”
The soothing voice of Cal has me swallowing thickly. A whimper threatens to escape but I refuse to allow it.
