Neededmyscent.
Rougher than I intended, I tore my dress shirt off by the collar, stuffing it in one of the bags.
The lines around Aileen’s eyes crinkled.
“This will help,” she said, patting my biceps and heading upstairs.
Over the next three days, I struggled to function.
Aidan and Liam handled our family business while I was indisposed. I was on the verge of a rut and didn’t trust myself to make any significant decisions.
It had been a mistake putting my sweet omega in the guest room down the hall from my bedroom.
Every night, I heard her pitiful cries, her raw voice begging for an alpha to knot her.
More than once, I nearly tested the limits of what Patrick would do.
If he had the balls to stop even me from entering her makeshift nest. The man was tough. One of the few I trusted at my side.
However, the beta wouldn’t be able to stop a rutting alpha from joining an omega in heat without shooting them.
And despite my order to do that, Pat would never pull that trigger.
Not against me.
I wouldn’t put him in that position.
Instead, I locked myself in my room, pacing and wearing a path in the carpet. Aileen assured me Willow had everything she needed to get through her heat, but that wasn’t true. She didn’t haveme. Her alpha.
Naked. I lay down on my bed, my cock slapping against my stomach and leaking. Again, the sound of her muffled cries carried into my room.
“Alpha,” her raw voice moaned.
“Omega,” I panted.
I fisted my dick, stroking it as I closed my eyes. My head fell back into the pillows, and I swore her heady scent filled the room, smelling like sex, spring rain, and honey.
My poor omega. I tightened my grip, slicking pre-cum over my length. I pictured her crystal eyes glazed with pleasure as she bounced on me, taking my knot like the beautiful omega she was.
A minute later, her voice changed, turning high-pitched and frantic until she sobbed as she shattered, coming around some knotting dildo instead of me.
Soon, hot ropes of my spend shot out, coating my fist and stomach as I groaned.
Hopefully, my omega would rest now with my shirt tucked away safely in her nest. I grabbed a tissue from the bedside table, cleaning myself enough, too lazy to shower.
The blankets were like velvet beneath my fingertips as my hands fell back onto the mattress with a dull thud.
Closing my eyes, I envisioned my sweet omega curled up in this massive bed beside me.
That first night, when she spat at her father, flames burned in her eyes, forging those bright blues into glittering sapphires. She wasn’t fearless. She was terrified. But that didn’t stop her; she raised her chin and walked straight into the line of fire like an anchor in the storm.
My omega was a queen, and if I believed in God, I would have dropped to my knees and thanked Him.
I was utterly fucked.
Willow had blown apart every wall I’d spent the last decade building.
When I woke up, there was a text from Liam saying Torin had been released from the hospital. A half-smile tugged on my lipsas I texted him back, telling him to send Torin to my office for a meeting at 10:30.
