Torin: I will.
I flip through my contacts finding Heatwave and call. The phone rings three times before someone picks up
“Heatwave, how may I help you?” The voice is soft and comforting, a nice contrast to the bubbly voice you’d hear if you’d call The Omega Foundation.
“Maya Torres, please.”
“May I ask who’s calling?”
“Torin VanAcker, she’ll take my call.” I make sure to tell her.
“Oh, Mr. VanAcker, yes sir. Hold please.” She stumbles over her words before I hear a click and then the soothing, sultry sounds of jazz.
“Mr. VanAcker, how can I help you?” her voice drifts through the speaker.
“I was calling to tell you we are ready for the pack. I will be sending the address and gate code to you in an encrypted email. The password is the one we gave you in the office. Please remind the pack of River’s conditions of how she wants the heat handled.”
“Yes sir, I will. I’m contacting them now.”
“Thank you.” I end the call and send the information to her email.
If the pack is at their home, then they should be here within thirty to forty minutes.
I power on my laptop, turning on all the cameras, making sure that I am ready when they get here. Meticulously, I go through each camera in the house and on the outside perimeter, making sure that each and every one is working properly, and the angle is what I want.
When I get to the camera in River’s room, I pause. The fear in her eyes is evident. This is more than just a heat for her. It’s a way for her to reclaim what was taken from her. She’s comingout of the bath, towel wrapped around her, and heads straight to her nest. I look away, giving her some semblance of privacy as she drops the towel to the floor.
My heart aches for her, and I wish there was something that I could do to help ease her anxiety.
I didn’t realize how much time had passed until I see a car pulling through the gate, making its way down the driveway to the house. Getting up from my chair, I head to the living room. My heart is pounding in my chest, as if it’s trying to take some of the load from River.
Three alphas are about to make their entrance into the home. But before they make their way to her, I’m going to make sure they understand the repercussions if they don’t follow the rules.
There’s a knock at the door just as I reach it. Taking hold of the handle, I open the door.
“Who the hell…” The next thing I know something hard is slammed into my face, knocking me backward. My back slams against the floor first, a jarring shock that knocks the breath from my lungs. The back of my head follows, cracking against the hard surface with a dull, hollow sound that sends a burst of white light behind my eyes. Pain blooms sharp and immediate, radiating outward in waves.
River.That's all I can think about. Not the pain, but her.
Before I can gasp, before my vision can recover, there’s another impact—a swift, merciless strike to the same spot. There’s a flash, like lightning, then everything in my vision grows smaller, like the end of a movie reel. Sound narrows to a single hum, the edges of my sight blur, and the world fades to black.
River!
Chapter 32
River
Isit up, thinking I heard something, but it’s quiet. The ache in my core continues to intensify. The pack should be here soon. At least I think they should. Torin said he’d contact them, and according to what Heatwave told Tav, they’d be on standby ready to come straight here and fuck me.
There’s a hard thudding sound, followed by some grunting. Something’s going on. I slowly get out of bed, the effects of my heat hitting me so hard that I can barely move. All I can think about, all I want are knots. To be fucked.
I’m barely off the bed when everything goes quiet. Was I imagining it?
The door bursts open, and two men step inside. They’re young. Around my age. Is that why Tav and the guys picked them, hoping I’d feel more comfortable? The dark haired one with a harsh look on his face moves closer to me while the blond one shuts the door behind him.
“Fuck, do you smell that, John?” the dark-haired one asks as he inhales deeply. “Our little omega is ready for our knots. For us to mark her.”
“No,” slips from my lips as I take a step backward, suddenly aware that I’m very naked. My arms move, one crossing over my chest while the other covers my pubic area.
