“Touch me, Emmett.” I get my shirt off and throw it to the side. “Please.” I roam my hands down my body, eyes rolling back when my fingers brush over my nipples.
“L-lexi. I–I can’t.”
My lower lip wobbles as tears fill my vision. “You don’t want me?”
“Oh, baby,” he rushes out. “Of course, I want you. I want you so damn bad it kills me.”
“Then why wouldn't you take me?” I sob.
“Because you’re not in the right headspace.” He brushes some sweaty hair away from my forehead. “I won’t take advantage of you.”
“I said you could,” I whine.
“I know you did, baby. But I wouldn’t be able to live with it if you regretted me touching you when you’re more lucid.” Hesounds torn, his words filled with pain. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so fucking sorry.”
Rolling over to bury my face into the pillow, I sob deep and hard. I feel so alone. I just want someone to touch me, to make me feel better.
He hates me. No one wants me. I’m nothing. Just a useless broken Omega.
Chapter 7
Emmett
I watch her while she sleeps, my heart shattered pieces in my chest. Tear tracks stain her cheeks, and I hate myself for being the one to make her cry.
I’m still shaking, trying to keep it together, but I feel like the worst person in the world.
She’s in heat, and I want to help her. I want to take that pain away from her, but I know what it’s like to be in heat. You say and do anything you can to get that release. She wasn’t in her right mind, at least not in that moment.
Denying her was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Not because I wanted to, but because I know Lexi’s trauma, I know her fears.
If I did what she asked and she later regretted it, I couldn’t live with myself for causing her anymore pain or adding to her trauma. I’d rather her be upset with me than look at me like I betrayed her trust and body.
With shaky legs, I get to my feet and quietly leave her to rest. Snatching my phone off the counter, I head outside to the one spot that gets some reception and call Silva.
I’ve never been so afraid in my life or reminded just how much younger I am than Lexi.
A real man would know what to do to help her. I’m just a stupid boy who acts like I have my shit together, when really I’m head over heels for this amazing woman who is way out of my league. It’s pathetic, really.
Lexi deserves someone better than me. Someone who can take care of her and give her what she needs. An Alpha would know what to do. I’m not an Alpha. I don’t have what she needs.
“Hello?” Silva answers. “Emmett, is everything okay?”
“No,” I breathe out, trying to calm my racing nerves.
“What’s wrong?” she demands. “Is Lexi hurt?”
“No,” I groan. “I mean, she’s hurting, but she’s not hurt. She’s in the cabin sleeping.”
“Is she sick or something?”
“She’s in heat.”
There’s a long pause on the other end before Silva curses. “When did she go off her suppressants?”
“About a week ago.” I rub the back of my head, anxious and overwhelmed as I stare out over the lake. How could such a perfect day go downhill so fast?
“Why did she go off them?”
