I slam my hand against the bonnet as I soar around the front of the car, my breath catching as I find Timber slumped over, his knees up, his head down, staring at something between his legs.
“Are you okay? What’s going on?” I ask hurriedly.
He tilts his head back, and I flinch at the haze in his eyes. He’s panting, his expression desperate, and his hands shaking as he clutches his phone. The tension beating off him is so thick that I can taste it in his scent.
Caution bolts through me as a low growl rumbles from him. With the rage in his manic gaze, it feels like I’m looking at a stranger.
As soon as my gaze lands on the screen barely visible between his thick fingers, shock beats away my concern.
“Oh my God, are you watching porn?”
His face scrunches and, as I look closer at the screen, I gape as I realize who’s there.
I dart forward in shock because how the hell does he have a video of Ollie like that? And why am I not involved?
I’m leaning right over him as I scan the screen to figure out where she is. And then I see the seconds ticking away on the video. Ones that match the time at the top of Timber’s phone.
“Hey, baby, is this real time? What the fuck is going on? Where is she?”
I make the mistake of leaning too close. As I turn my head, I’m only inches from his. His scent burns my nose with its bitterness as he growls.
“I just want to look, Timber. She’s my mate, too,” I say softly.
Which is absolutely the wrong thing to say to a giant alpha in rut.
“Shit,” I hiss as his lips draw over his teeth and a snarl rips from him.
I throw myself back as he swings his fist, thumping against the car next to us. Thank God he’s sitting, so I avoid his punch as he drags himself to his feet.
“I’m not your competition!” I shout as another growl rumbles from him, but it won’t work.
If we’d already bonded, his alpha side wouldn’t see me as an enemy. But since we haven’t exactly resolved things, it makes sense that his first instinct is to tear my head off so I can’t get to his omega.
When we’re out on the ice, we’re so padded up that a punch has half the damage, but this is no joke.
Timber hurls himself at me with a snarl, and I quickly spin away as he crashes into the car behind me. The small thing rocks, and he’d have pushed it over if he weren’t so focused on taking me out.
I use it as a chance.
As he crashes back and forth between the two cars, I drop to the ground, swiping up his car keys. In seconds, I have it unlocked, ripping open the passenger door to hover in front of it.
“Hey, baby. Are we going to go and see Ollie?” I ask with a grin. “Do you want to see our omega?”
The way I talk would have a dog wagging its tail. Instead, he roars as he flies toward me.
I dodge at just the right moment to knock him into the passenger seat. A firm kick to his tight ass gets his legs in there so I can slam the door behind him.
The giant green thing lights up as I lock it, trapping my frothing mate inside.
He still has his phone clamped between meaty fingers as he bangs his fist against the window. I know he’s yelling at me to lethim out, but we need to get to Ollie ASAP, and I can’t let his rut stop us.
“Fuck,” I mutter as the car shakes. It’s like I’ve trapped a rabid werewolf, as if nothing will stop him getting to me.
It’s no secret that Timber never takes time off for his ruts. From everything the other guys have let slip, he literally just spends one night a year getting it all out of his system. He never releases the pressure that naturally builds up in other alphas when their omega goes into heat.
And now he’s a sexy monster trying to get at me through the glass.
A wave of pleasure burns through me as he scratches his nails down it, his breath misting the window as he snarls.
