“Fuck. You,” I spit out, pulling my gun and flicking off the safety. He didn't see it in time and I manage to fire out a shot,hitting him in the foot. I should have gone for his head, but killing a man right now is not what I want to be dealing with.
Ralph screams in pain, hitting the ground hard. I take off for my car, adrenaline overpowering my heat symptoms.
I throw open the driver’s side door, toss my bag in and get inside. I start the car and put it in drive, peeling out of the driveway and out onto the street.
The drive to the guys’ house is a blur, I don’t even remember getting to their house, the adrenaline pushing me forward.
When I pull up, I don’t see any of their cars. “Fuck,” I curse, as the adrenaline starts to wear off and my heat picks back up. I try calling again, but it doesn’t ring, instead going right to voicemail.
I let out a sob in frustration as I throw open the car door. Grabbing the house key from my pocket, I unlock the door and bring all my things up to the space they gave me for a nest.
The only thing in there is a big mattress with a bed sheet. Good, I don’t want anything else. I need to make this space perfect.
I need to make it mine.
As I wait for my alphas to get back, I get lost in making my nest. It seems to distract me long enough to forget about the pain.
I make sure every blanket is perfect, every pillow is placed right. But it doesn’t smell right. It smells like me, but not them.
Needing to fix that, I scavenge the house for things of theirs. When I see all of their clothes have been cleaned and put away, I take their blankets and pillows instead. Can’t have too many.
Bringing them back to the nest, I put them down on the ground and stare at the space. A whimper slips free when I realize I need to re-work the whole space now.
I don’t snap out of it until I hear the sound of the door downstairs opening. They’re here. They’re back.
I could nearly sob with relief. Thankfully, I haven’t gone into a frenzy yet.
Shit. They’re here. They’re back. I’m about to have my heat. With my alphas. Alphas. Fucking alphas.
A wave of panic sets in and I drop to my ass, wrapping my arms around my legs. No. No I can’t do this. I can’t let them in here. No alphas.
But my body screams for them, demands we let them take us.
Burying my face into my arms, I sob in frustration and confusion. What do I do?
I don’t fucking know what to do. I hate feeling weak, feeling helpless. Why do I have to be so broken?!
“Beckham!” Alaric shouts. “Beckham, baby, are you here?”
My eyes snap over to the door and whimper. Fuck.
“He’s got to be here. His car is out front,” Tatum says.
The sounds of their footsteps getting close causes my heart to go out of whack.
It’s okay. They’re your alphas. They’re not like Ralph. They have shown you more than once they’re different. They respect you. Would never force you to do something you don’t want to do.
Closing my eyes, I try to focus on my breathing.
“There you are.” Jamie’s soft voice has my eyes popping open. The three of them stand a few feet away, brows furrowed as they take in the scene before them.
“Fuck.” Tatum groans. “He’s in heat.” He goes to take a step towards me, but I flinch back.
Alaric sticks his arm out, stopping Tatum. “Wait.”
“Is he okay?” Jamie asks, brows furrowed with concern. “Fuck, he smells so good,” he whispers.
“Shut up.” Alaric hisses. “Can’t you see you’re scaring him?”
