She wanted someone for him withambition,not just an Omega that chooses to slum it with cats.
Justin defended me every chance he got, but his mother’s distain for me was always there.
After the accident, she let it be known that if I had just told her son to stay the night at my place, he would still be alive.
My womb painfully cramps, and tears fill my eyes.
Now is not the time for this.
I should have blocked her number forever ago—but I keep the string of messages as a sick little reminder of my past.
The guilt comes rushing back, and I’m bombarded with memories.
I grip the edge of the bathroom counter, inhaling and exhaling slowly.
Please, not now.
Annette is wrong.
She’swrong.
I’m not the reason the Alphas are gone.
I’mnot.
With a final exhale, I place my phone back in my pocket and head to the front of the building.
I won’t let her ruin this for me.
I’m having a Heat, and I won’t be spending it alone.
21
TRAVIS
The only reasonI haven’t murdered Rowan and Ryland is because I don’t want to upset Blair.
The packhouse smells like slick, Omega, and Alpha pheromones, and the couch may as well be covered in violets.
I’m so jealous I’m going to explode.
Blair went home before I arrived at the packhouse last night—Rowan claims they only played video games, but I’m not stupid and I have a fucking nose.
Ryland was smart enough to not say anything, but I’m still furious.
The blankets smelled like melted brown sugar—the telltale scent of her slick.
I slept with them last night, my cock hard as steel as I greedily inhaled the fabrics.
My inner Alpha needs to claim her, patience be damned.
My beast is barely on a leash anymore, and I struggle to reign him back in.
I know all of this is on Blair’s terms, but holy shit, do I crave her.
Her shift at Scents starts an hour after mine tonight, so I prep the garnishes, change the ice, and wipe down the counters thoroughly. I do an inventory check and refill what’s needed so the only thing Blair has to do is make drinks.
I like to make her job as easy as possible.
