“He’s not the only one,” I mutter.
“I know. I’m not going to lie, it fucking hurts. Being flooded with all these new urges and emotions is throwing me off too.”
“I don’t like feeling like I’m not in control.” Tatum sits back in his seat. “I don’t like not knowing how this is going to go. I don’t like that nothing about this is predictable.”
“I know, babe. And this is going to fucking suck for you because as of right now, we have no idea where Beckham’s mind is at. I’m asking you to take a moment, think about everything that just happened and tomorrow, we can try talking to Beckham, give him the night to come to terms with everything. We need to figure out what has him running scared, other than the shock that he’s our omega.”
“What if he won’t talk to us?” I ask, the idea of him ignoring us makes me uneasy.
“The facts are, he’s an omega. We are his alpha’s. Scent matched alphas. He won’t be able to resist us for long, especially when we’re in his class several times a week.”
“Fine.” I narrow my eyes. “I’ll play it your way for now.”
“Thank you.” He sighs in relief. “Now, let’s go home.”
I shake my head. “We left our stuff back in the classroom. I need some time to walk this off, to think, and get a clear head. Let me go back and grab everything and I’ll walk home.”
“Are you sure?” Alaric asks. “We can come with you.”
“I’m sure.”
He narrows his eyes. “And you're going to behave yourself?”
“I won’t run after Beckham. I promise. I trust your judgement. You say to let the omega have time to process, I will.”
“Fine.” Alaric grunts, then turns over his shoulder to look at Tatum. “I hope you know I’m taking my frustration out on your ass when we get home. Our omega’s scent has me fucking feral.”
My eyes widen. “What the fuck! Why not mine?”
Alaric turns to me with a grin. “Sorry. Thought you wanted that walk.”
“You’re fucking mean.” I huff, throwing my car door open and getting out. I duck my head back in and glare at the two of them. “You better fucking record it.”
The two of them laugh as I slam the door shut. Assholes.
I’ve retrieve our bags from the class, but rather than walk home right away, I decide to take a little detour.
When Alaric asked me if I was going to behave myself, I never agreed. I said I wasn’t going to go after our omega. And I’m not.
Breaking into his office to have a snoop around on the other hand, yeah, that I’m going to do.
It’s not technically considered breaking into his office when I have a key, right?
How I’ve obtained a set of spare keys for his office isn’t something I’m exactly proud of.
Did I text the department’s receptionist’s husband a photo of my dick and then reply “oops that was meant for your wife”? Maybe?
But desperate times call for desperate measures. And right now, I feel really fucking desperate.
Did I feel bad when she got a phone call from him yelling at her, causing her to rush out of there in a fit of sobs, leaving her office unattended, giving me the chance to snatch a set of master keys? Nope. I saw the way she was looking at Beckham in the halls last week. Bitch was thirsty for my omega’s cock.
Well fuck her. That’s my fucking cock. She can fuck right off.
Enjoy your detour, Lydia.
Making sure no one’s around, I quickly unlock the door and slip into the room.
I’m immediately smacked in the face with Beckham’s intense honey and vanilla scent. My eyes roll back and a deep guttural groan rumbles in my chest. “Fucking hell.” I nearly cum in my pants.
