JAMIE
The look of pure terror in my omega’s eyes is like a knife to the fucking heart.
My mind is spinning, my body is on fire. My omega. He’s my fucking omega! And he’s running away. Why the fuck is he running away from me?
I’m up and out of my seat in seconds, nearly tripping over my feet in a rush to follow after Beckham as he takes off out of the classroom.
Pure adrenaline courses through my veins as I run after him. He can’t run. He can’t fucking do this.
“Beckham!” I shout, panic starts to hit me as he runs towards the lecture hall exit, the further he gets away the more it feels like the air is being sucked out of my lungs.
I keep following him, using the same speed I use on the football field, refusing to lose sight of him.
Only it’s not that easy. When I burst through the doors, my eyes dart around, trying to find out where he went, but I can’t fucking see him!
“Jamie!” Alaric shouts from behind me. I ignore him as I look for Beckham, my breathing becoming labored, my body breaking out in a sweat.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Why can’t I breathe?
And where is my omega? I need to find my fucking omega!
“Jamie!” Alaric’s alpha bark snaps me out of it, only long enough for my wild eyes to find his.
“You have to help me find him.” I hate how fucking desperate I sound.
“Breathe.” Alaric shakes my shoulders, trying to snap me out of it. “You need to fucking breathe.”
“I need to find my omega!” I snarl, stepping up to him, getting right in his face.
“He’s not just your fucking omega!” Tatum snaps, stepping up next to us. “He’s our omega. This whole damn pack.”
“And you need to relax.” Alaric’s growl is low and demanding. As pack alpha, he’s made his command and I fucking hate it.
It’s the only thing that keeps me from running around this campus, ripping it apart until I find Beckham.
“Relax?” I laugh, a little too manically. “How the fuck do you expect me to relax when we just found our fucking omega, and he ran off like his world was ending?”
I’ve never felt so damn rejected in my life.
“I know.” Alaric growls, low and deep in his chest. “And it’s fucking killing us too okay? But you need to take a step back and breathe. Okay? Breathe with me, baby, in and out.”
I claw at my chest, wondering why it hurts so much.
“That’s it.” I take a deep breath in, mimicking my alpha. “And now breathe out.”
After a few deep breaths, it helps lessen the feeling like my heart is going to stop and my lungs are going to explode.
“He’s our omega,” I whisper.
“He is.” Alaric nods his head.
“And he just took off. Did you see the fear in his eyes?” I grab at his shirt. “He fucking fears us! He shouldn’t. He should never fear us. We would never fucking hurt him. I’d rather burn the fucking world to the ground and kill everyone in it than hurt him.”
“I know, baby, I know. But you need to try to think of it from his point of view.”
“And what’s that?” Tatum asks. He stands next to us, arms crossed. He has his mask in place. To anyone else around us, he just looks annoyed. But I know he’s pissed. Maybe even hurt by Beckham's reaction. “He just found his scent matched pack, and the first thing he does is run? I get that this has got to be a shock to him, it sure as fuck is to us. But we didn’t do anything to warrant that kind of reaction.”
Alaric looks around and blows out a breath, running a hand through his hair. “We need to go. We’re drawing too much attention to ourselves.”
