The primal urge… the need.
It’s growing day by day. Hour by hour.
The more they support my blossoming powers, the more my Omega sees them as hers.
I want. I crave. Idesire.
I have my Pack. They’re in my nest, my mind, and my heart.
It’s time.
I’mbeyondready to be claimed.
So what’s the hold up?
Shade holds my hands tighter as I try to wrench them from his grip. “Hey, hey, what’s going on?”
The pleasant ache has taken on a sharp element. It hurts.
I know what they’re waiting for.
I know what’s stopping us from becoming a complete Pack. The reason I don’t have four bite marks decorating my shoulders yet.
Knox is still avoiding me.
He’s not being cruel about it. He turns up for training sessions, sleeps in the nest, answers when I ask him questions. On the surface, everything is fine.
My Omega knows it’s not.
Something is wrong. Broken.
He doesn’t touch me.
Does he think I’m disgusting?
No, that can’t be it. He watches me constantly. Every time one of his brothers is making me come or even just hugging me, I can almost guarantee his gaze is clapped on my body.
He touches himself too, spilling his seed into his fist with the most spine-curling groans.
Sometimes my mouth waters from the scent of his spend and the desire to lick it up.
I still replay the moment he rejected me weeks ago over in my head.
When I slipped into O-space and begged for his affection, only for him to hand me off to Shade.
It's a punch in the stomach each time.
Knox is the Pack Prime Alpha, and he walked away.
Maybe his attraction to me is just an Alpha, Omega thing. Biology drawing him in. What if Knox isn't interested in having sex with me as a person?
What if he never wants to?
What if...
“Let me go, please.”
The words barely leave my mouth before I’m twisting out of Shade’s arms, lungs tight, heart hammering.
