Nixie hasn’t used the site since we had sex the first time, and I was hoping it was a sign that she was accepting the bond between us. But now it seems desperation and fear have sent her back to the camgirl lifestyle.
“Our omega has signed on.” I turn to tell Julius, but he’s already racing toward the door. “Hey, what are you doing?”
“You said we should chat! Looks like this is my chance,” he shouts gleefully. The psycho’s feet pound the floor loud enough for a noise complaint from downstairs as he sprints for his computer. A rush of competitive spirit swells within me. He might want some private time with Nixie, but I’ll be damned if he gets it. My cock swells instantly, remembering the last time I got her in a chat alone.
After logging in quickly, I enter her live feed. As always, she takes my breath away. The lines of her smooth skin and perfectly proportioned body light up my screen. Her short black wig is back on, along with the mask. My eager eyes take in every detail, the bright red and gold feathers surprising me as I realize the mask is actually a phoenix—sharing her identity this whole time..
She twists the heart necklace I know so well, sliding it behind her back. Looking at her body, faded love bites from earlier glare at me under the camera lights. All doubts are eradicated; Nixie is ScorchedOmega. There can be no other. And it’s further confirmed when she speaks.
“Good evening, y’all. I’m sorry I haven’t been around much lately. Life has gotten a little busy.” Though she’s trying her best to disguise it, I would know that voice anywhere. Nixie’s hands shake, and if I were in the room with her, I’m pretty sure the overwhelming scent of sour raspberries would make my nose wrinkle. She’s trying her best to bury her nerves, but I knowbetter. Our omega is spooked, and she would rather be just about anywhere else right now.
LemonAlpha: That’s OK. Life happens. We’re happy that you’re here with us now.
AlwaysYours: Is everything all right?
“Oh, of course.” Her giggle is high-pitched and as fake as I’ve ever heard it.
It would only take a few minutes to grab your keys and head to her apartment.I’m tempted. So fucking tempted, but she asked for space.
“It feels like it’s been forever… so let’s jump right in.”
LemonAlpha: Private Room-$469
That dick. He’s starting with a huge bid.
AlwaysYours-Private Room -$488
“Wow. Guess y’all missed me?” Nixie toys with the strap of her bra, letting it slip down, but her eyes are blinking much more than normal, and I wonder if she’s trying to keep her tears at bay. My heart squeezes painfully.
LemonAlpha: Private Room $669
“Wow, that’s quite the jump!” She presses her tits together, creating a crater of cleavage I want to get lost in forever.
AlwaysYours: Private Room- $688
“You giant dick! The more money you give her, the easier it is for her to leave!” I shout to my packmate, who laughs maniacally.
“She’s not going anywhere! I’m going to keep her stuck on my knot until she agrees to let us love, protect, and bond her.” Julius ups the bid once again, and I follow suit, recognizing this whole thing is futile.
He knows he can’t knot her virtually, right?
Chapter Thirty-Three
Nixie
As the number on the screen rises, so does the innate sense of wrongness I’m already battling.
I shouldn’t be doing this. I have Alphas, scent-matches… maybe even love?
Showing my body to other men, having intimate conversations, it’s a huge transgression, and one I’m not sure they’ll be able to get over if it ever comes out.
Rock, meet hard place. Hard place, meet rock.
Vonn and Julius are amazing, but I can’t ask them for money.
Yes, you can.
And I can’t tell them I need to be able to run at a moment’s notice. After everything earlier, Asher and I are both freaking out. Although my parents have no legal standing whatsoever, I’m pretty sure Asher’s sperm donor can still claim him.
