“This is your emergency button, hit this and security will be in the room right away. You can also shout the word red and a moderator will intervene. The bathroom is there, and the kitchenette is here,” he says, pointing in opposite directions. “Are there any questions you have or anything you remembered regarding my earlier questions?”
“My Gran, she’ll probably be calling to make sure I’m safe.”
“We will assure her that you’re here safely and on your own volition. Is there anything else?”
I wrap my arms around myself, and he gives me a curt nod.
“Your moderator is right through there monitoring your safety,” he says, pointing to what looks to be a mirror.
“Thank you.”
He gives us a smile and leaves the room. There’s a moment of silence as I look at the three men. I have to say, I think I hit the lottery with the Alphas willing to help me in my heat.
Jonah might be a year or two younger than Cole, but still larger, with perfectly styled dirty blond hair, light blue eyes, and a jaw that could solve most of the world’s problems. He holds himself like a businessman and his suit screams wealth; I mean, I suppose Jonah himself has no issue talking about the things he has either. He’s the most eager as well, which I find endlessly attractive.
Mack is by far the youngest, closer to my age, and a carbon copy of Cole. His dark hair is messier, but perfectly placed, his eyes are a lighter green than Cole’s, and he doesn’t have any facial hair. He looks like he walked off the latest runway with the symmetry of his face and analyzing gaze. He seems the most unsure, but still willing to be here. I worry that I might not be what he’s looking for.
I know I’m attractive. There’s no way I could have been Smash Knot’s ‘Omega companion’ otherwise. But they were young, they were handsome. Maybe Mack’s more of the same.
“So…” I say with a self-deprecating laugh. “We just met and are all about to get naked.”
Mack’s dark brows furrow. Fuck, I was right. He doesn’t want to be here.
“I’m just…I’m going to go to the bathroom for a moment,” I say, not letting them speak as I rush to the bathroom.
The tiles are a deep navy and all the fixtures are gold. There’s a massive shower with a tub inside of it, as well as two sinks and a toilet with a door.
I stare at myself in the mirror.
Holy fuck, I’m a mess. I finger brush my messy brown hair and splash some water on my face. I can get through this. I have to.
I rest my hands on the blue tile and stare at myself, tears involuntarily welling in my eyes as I feel all rationality slowly slipping away.
The rejection from my previous Alphas is still so raw it’s like an open wound. How do I make it out of here without the cut getting deeper? It’s not like I didn’t have previous abandonment issues with my parents, and with their rejection I’m not sure how to come out of this unscathed.
Why didn’t they want me?
Why doesn’t anyone want me?
I slide down on the floor, the cool tiles cooling my feverish skin. I make myself as small as possible, wrapping my arms around my knees and resting my cheek on my knee.
What if this ends up being like all my other heats? Never truly satisfying. What if they only agreed because they want an Omega to knot? They don’t even know me, and while I needed this kindness, I can’t help but to feel like a thing, not a person. I suppose that’s the existence of an Omega sometimes. I’ve never hated my designation, but lately the resentment is building.
I don’t want to be alone anymore. I don’t want to be in pain anymore.
Cramps wreck my body, my skin feels hot to the touch, and I start to wonder if maybe I should have just been sedated.
Tears streak my face as I fall apart on the bathroom floor.
The door clicks open, and I wipe my face and look over. I expect Cole, but it’s Mack.
He approaches me cautiously, getting down on his haunches and looking me over.
“Did I upset you?” he asks and I quickly shake my head no.
The last thing I need is to be difficult and for him to back out of this agreement.
His brows furrow again as he slides on the floor, resting his back against the glass, his long legs bracketing mine.
