“What hurts, Sugar?” Rowan asks, peeling back the cocoon of blankets.
A whimper leaves my throat as the cold air hits my skin. I’m freezing.
“Shit, she’s shivering,” Rowan curses.
Rage lifts me into his arms, pulling me into his chest.
“Your scent,” he growls, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
There’s something wrong with my perfume. It’s twisted and almost artificially sweet.
It makes my pulse race.
Because it reminds me of when Jett drugged me and forced me to go through the heat from hell.
Rowan stiffens beside me.
“Fuck, I think this is her heat, Rage. But it’s too soon! Heats are supposed to happen every three to four months, right?”
“It’s my heat?” I whimper, clinging to Rage as a wave of fear threatens to overwhelm me.
My scent turns so sour that I wouldn’t be surprised if it made their eyes water.
“Don’t worry, Mira,” Rowan says, reaching out and trying to brush some of my sweaty hair from my face. “We’ll figure this out.”
He tries to send a wave of reassurance through our bond, but it’s weak. Almost like he’s trying to send the feeling through mud.
Rowan’s phone starts ringing, the shrill noise making me wince.
Rage lets out a warning growl, grabbing my favorite blanket and wrapping it around my shivering shoulders.
“Sorry,” Rowan says, pulling his phone out of his back pocket. “It’s Griffin.”
“Is he okay?” I whisper, my voice raspy.
“We’ll see,” Rowan mutters.
Rage shifts and grabs a bottle of water from the nightstand, opening it and pressing it to my lips. I gulp from it greedily as Rowan answers the call and puts it on speakerphone.
“What’s wrong?” Griffin asks through the phone. “I can feel something’s up through the bond.”
“We think... we think Mira’s going into heat.”
There’s some commotion on the other end of the line, like someone is wrestling the phone away from Griffin.
“The fuck?” Ash hisses.
“She was fine a few hours ago! Don’t omegas have heat spikes or something before their actual heat?” Griffin asks.
“I don’t know,” Rowan says with a shake of his head. “Your guess is as good as mine. But I do know it’s not a normal kinda heat, considering she just finished that fucked up one maybe a month and a half ago.”
“Yeah, that’s too soon,” Griffin mutters.
“Is she there?” Ash snaps. “Put her on the line.”
Rowan holds the phone out closer to me.
“I’m here,” I rasp.
