I shake my head, and do my best to not touch her. I know right now that’s the last thing she needs, at least till her meds kick in.
“No, it’s important. We should probably talk about what’s going to happen when we land, what your wishes are.”
She blinks at me, wiping her face again, and smacking the back of her head a little too hard against the wall.
“I lied before,” she says and my heart sinks.
She has a pack, of course she does. But they’re fucking assholes if they let her travel alone. She grimaces at my expression and waves her hand. “About being sedated. I…I don’t really want that. It hurts,” she says, looking away from me. “Then there’s the idea of strangers.”
Shiloh’s tears flow freely at that point and every instinct has me wrapping my arms around her and bringing her in for a hug. My chest purring with an involuntary rumble as her tears stain my crisp white shirt. I’d try to blame the purring on whatever entity took over my body, but I can’t, this feels too nice.
I’m probably going to lose my job for this, but I don’t really care. I don’t need it. It’s all been in an attempt to get out of the house and some separation from the tension within my pack.
Fuck it.
“I have a pack. We could help you,” I say, offering my packmates up to this sweet Omega who has clearly cast a spell or some shit on me.
She pulls back, her big doe eyes blinking at me as a wave of sweet lemon hits me almost as hard as my current erection.
Chapter 3
Shiloh
It’s sostupid how safe I feel in a stranger’s arms right now. How comforting his honeysuckle scent is when I don’t even know him.
What I do know is that he’s kind, he smells good, and fuck does he look good.
He’s not what I would usually search for in an Alpha, definitely out of the age range I would be looking for on dating apps.
His chest is broad, his waist cinched with an expensive-looking belt. He wears his uniform well, but it’s nothing compared to his face. He has dark hair with a very slight curl to it. He definitely has some product in there, with a beard to match. Honestly, he screams sexy authority, and I didn’t know I’d be so into that.
But what’s really attractive about him is his forest green eyes and the way his eyes crinkle ever so slightly when he smiles. Cole smiles with his whole face and maybe I’m an idiot for trusting him or maybe I’m just desperate.
What other choice do I have?
I could have him take me to the hospital and deal with the unbelievable pain of a medical heat relief. He could drop me off at Heat Haven and leave me with another group of strangers. Or I could accept his offer and let his pack take care of me.
I swallow thickly, weighing my options, that aren’t really options.
“Your pack?”
“There are three of us. Mackenzie, he hates being called that, he goes by Mack, is my younger brother. He’s also an Alpha and Jonah is pack lead, my best friend,” he says as I nuzzle closer to his rumbling chest.
The Alphas in my old pack hardly ever purred for me, and dammit if it isn’t soothing me right now. I grab on to his expensive feeling belt and his breath hitches as I rub my nose against his chest.
“What are their scents?” I ask in a breathy tone, nearly mounting the poor pilot right here in this small bathroom.
Cole clears his throat, his hands tightening on my hips.
“Mack smells like peppermint and Jonah like oranges.”
I lick my lips, thinking about them all being in the same room and how we would all smell like some delicious citrusy dessert together.
“What do they look like?” I ask, both of my hands on his belt now as I press my face against his chest.
God, I just know he has the right amount of chest hair. He doesn’t shave or wax like the guys in LA do. No, he’s all man, and he’s proud of it.
He clears his throat. “Mack looks like me, but younger. Jonah is taller, bigger, his hair is a little bit longer than mine.”
