SIN
A wave of Crescent’s heat hit and sent the room into chaos.
I was on my feet as armed guards stepped into the room beyond the screen.
The beta spoke into the comms again. “The two omegas will come to the door. The alphas are to stand against the far wall.”
“She’s in heat!” Vandle snarled, Crescent held firmly against him. “She needs us with her.”
“Against the wallnow! We need to confirm what you’re saying.”
My heart was slamming into my ribs as I watched a man in a lab coat step in after the guards. I felt Vandle destabilize in an instant.
He was wounded, on the edge of delirium, and I knew he’d come from a place of lab coats and experiments.
Shit.
If he lost it…
And Karma was on the edge, too.
I met Phantom’s gaze…
Would they send the alphas back down? Keep us apart from them?
It took almost everything left of my strength to shove down my instincts, the aura that had so recently surfaced in protection of her…
I reached Vandle, placing a hand on his arm.
“Let me take her. Let them see we are what we claim to be.”
Stupid fucking idiots. They could see her eyes, sense her heat.
But if we failed her, who knows what would happen?
Or if they looked too hard at me.
Crescent’s eyes were misty, her breathing heavy, but her fist curled at my shirt. “It’s okay, Alpha,” she whispered, just for him. I could almost see the panic in her eyes at the words, though, at the suggestion she might be taken from her alphas while in heat.
“I’ve got you, Firefly,” I told her, carefully prying her from Vandle’s grip and pulling her into my arms. She latched on like a barnacle, holding me close and burying her face in the crook of my neck.
Phantom helped Vandle to his feet, but he brushed it off, hand clutching his side, hormones clearly burning back the pain.
How bad were his wounds?
I was trying not to think about it, knowing if my aura came out, we were fucked.
“Come on.” At Phantom’s prompting, Vandle took one hesitant step back. I met Karma’s eyes, then nodded to the wall.
“We’ll be out soon,” I told him.
All I had to do was survive this fucking appeal with these contact lenses in, making everyone think I was just another omega.
The uncomfortable, too-dry contacts were making it really hard. The red heat was still thumping behind my eyes, a rhythmic demand for more blood that I was struggling to drown out.
I felt like a bomb on a hair-trigger.
I gritted my teeth, pulling myself together for the omega in my arms as I stepped toward the door.
