I wave around aimlessly to indicate the space, not knowing what he’s going to do. Why isn’t he mounting me yet? Are we truly alone in here?
“Have you ever heard of an alpha and omega smelling each other to discover a sort of ancient, predestined pairing? Something called a scent match?”
I roll my eyes, aware that my palms are incredibly clammy. “No one cares about that anymore.”
He snorts like he has the best secret. “Yes, well, I’ve come across many omegas, little one.Noneof them have affected me the wayyoudo, even covered in chemicals.” He rests both hands between spread legs, those pale eyes burning holes into me. “What of my scent to you?”
I stop, thinking back to the car ride. I was rather complacent, and his scent hit me first while I was drugged. I cramp again. Fuck. My estrous shouldn’t be here yet unless he’s right about the engagers. He’s probably trying to spin that into some bullshit about scent matches. “Your scent only has an effect on me because you’re an alpha.”
“The fear in you washed away once you were inmyarms, not that headless one.” There’s heavy possession in his tone. “Which is a good time to bring up thatno onewill touch you like that as long as I’m around. Do you understand?”
Wait,what? Is that true? Is that why I just entered a stuporonce he picked me up? I run a hand through my hair that’s sticking to my face. “I need privacy.”
“We have it.”
“Fromyou.”
“No.”
I glare at him, almost pacing in this space, trying to avoid looking at the bed at all costs. I can feelitcoming on fast and strong. “Something is wrong.”
“No, it’s not,” he says slowly. “Your body is working as intended. It’s responding to its alpha.”
“You might have drugged me!”
“If what you’re telling me is the truth, then you’ve never experienced a heat without pills. Which means it willhurtuntil a proper knotting occurs. Your body is going through a rapid hormonal change from all the fucking around with chemicals, and now withmypheromones in this room.”
Lies. He had to have drugged me. “Why would you do this to me? Why not give meprivacy?”
He doesn’t answer, and when I glance at him, all he’s doing is studying me. For a moment, I swear I can see he has a real answer. “Have you ever treated a patient for what was in their best interest, and not what they wanted?”
“This isnotin my best interest.” Holy shit. I’m going to enter my heat with this fuck-whit in the room.
“You understand the wastes have their own rules?”
I don’t answer.
He continues. “You have been marked as mine by whatever guides our instincts, and if I don’t solidify that within a certain timeframe, it delegitimizes you.”
“Towhom?”
He stands to move near me, and the omega side of me doesn’t move, wanting more of that annoying alpha musk. He places two pills on the table near me. “Theseare suppressants. That’s not what was given to you.” I nearly reach for them, andhe grabs my hand, his warmth on my bare skin. I can smell him better, and it’spersuasive. “What you are experiencing is the most primal call an omega can have. You will not be allowed to deny it forever.”
“Or what?”
“Something will come for you that is worse than me.”
That gives me chills, but my brain is currently inaccessible to decipher it. “If you’re here, though,thingswill happen.”
He smiles. “I’m aware. I’m also aware that if I leave you in here alone, it’s the worst thing for you since they gave you engagers. You cannot ride this out by yourself.”
“I shouldn’t be here atall!”
He seems to contemplate things again, but chooses to ignore that. I yank my hand back. “You’re aware of something and are hiding it.”
He quirks a brow, shrugging a shoulder. “I’m aware of a lot of things.” He rubs his chin, and I watch that hand like I want to see it rub more than his face. “Do you think omegas are safe?”
“Not withyouaround.”
