“I’ll feed her,” I told him, nodding, even though I was utterly lost. “Is she…?” Her scent was painfully sweet. There was no mistaking it. My body was taut, her scent calling to me in a primal way that made my mind go fuzzy.
Spencer grimaced. “I think so.”
It was the evening, Pack Garnett were all watching TV, basking in their family time. So, as Flora crawled across the bed to me, I texted Bear with one hand, telling him to get his ass back to the apartment.
Picking Flora up bridal style, I carried her through the apartment until we got to the kitchen. After placing her on the kitchen island, I started to back away, but she whimpered.
“Stay,” she whispered softly, reaching out to me.
Her quiet plea nearly broke me. I desperately wanted to give in, to hold her close and let her nuzzle into my chest adorably, but she needed food first. Not only would Spencer kill me if I didn’t feed her, but if she really were going into heat, then she needed sustenance to see her through.
“I’m just going to make some pasta. I’m right here, okay?” I said, doing my best to keep my voice low and soothing.
Flora pouted but nodded. I quickly got to work, throwing together some chicken alfredo with broccoli. Protein, carbs, and veggies. That would please the control freak.
The meal was almost ready when Bear came striding in.
“What on earth is happening?” he asked, looking toward Flora, who was clearly flustered.
While dishing up a large bowl of pasta, I jerked my head toward the living space. “Take her in there. She needs to eat. I’ll explain.”
Bear looked like he was about to demand answers, but he nodded, scooping up the omega and whispering sweet words to her as he carried her out of the room.
Hot on their heels, I hovered with the bowl of pasta while Bear sat on the large sectional, Flora arranged in his lap.
“Here.” I passed her the bowl, and she glowered at me. “Bear will keep cuddling you if you eat,” I negotiated.
As she tucked into the bowl of pasta, I turned to my pack mate.
“Explain?” Bear asked through gritted teeth, resting his chin on the top of Flora’s forehead.
“Spencer is checking her heat meds. We think someone may have tampered with them,” I explained, trying my best to keep my voice level.
Bear’s eyes widened. “Oh fuck,” he whispered, lookingdown at Flora, who was wearing the cutest grumpy expression I had ever seen.
“Hence why someone is smelling damn fucking good.” I tilted my head toward her.
“You guys smell real good, too,” Flora muttered before taking a bite of broccoli, glaring at it like it had personally offended her.
Bear’s hand tightened around her waist. Having an omega compliment our scents was a kind of foreplay that made the alphas in us preen.
She could sniff me like glue, and I would be the happiest alpha around.
Bear’s eyes were full of questions, but I knew he didn't want to say too much in front of Flora when she was already stressed. It didn't help that she smelled so damn sweet and we wanted to pounce on her. I had no doubt her ass was pressed against Bear’s significant hard-on.
Once she finished her bowl of pasta, I took it from her and returned it to the kitchen. In the two minutes it took me to do so, she had nuzzled into Bear and was wrapping her arms around him. My pack mate shot me a concerned look.
“Flora, we need to talk about what you want,” he spoke softly, gently pulling back so he could look her in the eye.
“I want this pain to stop,” she moaned.
I grimaced. One of the shitty things about going into heat was that it was painful for the omega unless she was getting regular knots.
“I want you… Do you not want me?” Flora asked in a small voice.
Fuck me, those few soft words destroyed me.
Bear’s arms tightened around Flora. “We want you more than anything,” he admitted quietly.
