The alphas will return soon.
And they’ll smell me, knowing exactly what’s happening. I wish I could hide this. The door swings open as if they heard my thoughts. All four alphas crowd the threshold, their expressions shifting from concern to something darker, more primal as my scent hits them.
“Francine?” says Keiran, his voice strained. “What’s happening?”
“I need to go home,” I whisper through clenched teeth, humiliation burning nearly as hot as the fire in my veins. Four alphas tower above me, their scents thickening the air until it’s hard to breathe through anything but open-mouthed pants. “Please... just help me get to my apartment. I can handle this alone.”
My body is literally screaming to be fucked and knotted right now. But while I still have my sanity, I need to push them away.
“I believe that’s a terrible idea,” he says with concern in his voice. “We need to make sure you're okay before you leave this house. That would be a complete negligence on our part. We can take care of you.”
“It’s dangerous for an omega to be alone during a heat this intense,” Elias adds. “You need proper care.”
A particularly vicious cramp twists through me, and I curl tighter into myself, trying to relieve the pressure between my thighs. My pussy clenches desperately around nothing, producing more slick that soaks through my leggings to puddle on the hardwood floor beneath me.
My focus sharpens enough to really look at them, to see the physical effect my heat is having. All four alphas are sporting massive erections as they all look at me on the ground panting for a knot. The air is thick with their pheromones, their alpha scents growing stronger in response to my omega heat.
Kieran steps forward and kneels before me, his movements careful as if approaching a frightened animal. His large handreaches out to touch my forehead, and I can’t help leaning into his cool palm with a whimper.
“You’re in heat,” he says, the words falling between us like stones. “A strong one. How long have you been in pain?”
“All night,” I whisper, knowing he hates me, and I pull back. “It’s only getting worse right now, but I know I can handle it, Kieran.”
“We can help you, Francine,” he says softly, trying to be gentle with me after literally giving me the silent treatment after our horrible dinner.
I probably look pathetic in their eyes right now. I’m sweating, trembling with slick, soaking visibly through my leggings. I never want him to see me like this.
“I don’t need your help,” I cry out, sobbing. I try to crawl away into the far corner of the room, watching them and daring them to come close. I feel like a feral omega right now, but I have my pride. I don’t trust Kieran at all, and he’ll hold this against me.
“But you do, Francine,” says Kieran with desperation in his voice.
“Listen, I know you hate me,” I whisper, as more tears spill down my cheeks. “I know I complicate things for your pack. I don’t want to lose my job, Kieran, because I need the money. I need…” My voice breaks on a sob. “I’ll go right now.”
“Francine,” Kieran says, and there’s something in his tone that makes me look up despite myself. His expression is pained, almost anguished. “I don’t hate you at all. Is that what you think?”
I can’t answer, can only stare at him through tear-blurred eyes as another wave of heat crashes through me. My belly clenches so hard that my back arches off the floor, a moan escaping my lips before I can stop it.
“Yes…”
“Listen to me,” Kieran says urgently, moving closer. “I’ve been fighting this from the moment we met. I have a problem letting down my guard and letting people get too close. But knowing you’re suffering... I can’t stand it, Francine. Let me help you. Let me take care of you. Let me make love to you.”
Am I hallucinating this?
“The restaurant...” I manage to say through another wave of cramping. “You were so angry when I asked about your parents.”
Kieran winces visibly. “I’m sorry for that. It’s a painful subject, and I reacted badly. I wish things had gone differently that night, I swear. I promise I don’t hate you.”
His hand reaches out to stroke my hair, pushing sweat-dampened strands away from my face. The gentle touch sends sparks of pleasure through my oversensitized skin.
A sudden whimper escapes me.
“Please,” he says, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Let me make it up to you. Let me help you through this heat. I can knot you, ease the pain. If you’ll have me.”
My pussy clenches at his words. The thought of our sweaty, hot bodies colliding and me riding him wildly causes a stream of slick to seep from my pussy.
A leader of a pack actually wants toknotme.
I feel slick running down the inside of my thighs, pooling beneath me on the floor. My pussy clenches desperately, and I press my thighs together in a futile attempt to ease the throbbing emptiness.
