“But it was,” I retort.
“Iris—”
“No, it is. I tried to tell you and Augie in the car but my heat took over. I wasn’t on suppressants anymore when I saw you all that first day. My new doctor wouldn’t fill my prescription like he said he would.”
A low growl builds in Wilder’s chest. “And why wouldn’t he?”
My eyes move to his. He looks scary, like he’s about ready to strangle someone. I want to say he’s mad at me but my Omega isn’t afraid of him.
“Because I’ve been on them for a year.”
Tension clouds thick around us like humidity in the summer. The scent of the males in front of me turning acrid. Mateo swears under his breath and Augie rubs his back, his own features pinched.
“A year?” Wilder repeats.
I nod. “Like I said. This was all my fault. This job meant a lot to me and I fucked it up. Not only my career and my reputation but I ruined your movie and probably pissed off your investors. We’ll be lucky if it’s not leaked to the tabloids by a crew member. Or I should say, I’ll be lucky. They won’t eat your pack alive like they will me.”
“Iris—” Jett tries but I can’t let them attempt to make me feel better.
“Really, you guys are better off finding someone else who won’t screw things up. I’ll be okay, at least I hope. So like I said,I should go. You don’t have any responsibility to me now. You all did your duty to an Omega in need.”
Pack Quinn stares back at me, their scents still tinged with anger and something else. If I was listening to my gut I’d say pain, but that would be ridiculous.
You’re being ridiculous.
I want to growl at my Omega but I don’t. I know she’s grown attached to this pack.
You have, too.
I haven’t, have I? I grip my fists at my sides.
There’s no way I’m attached to them. I can’t be. Six days of wild and hot sex does not equal a lifetime relationship. I remember telling them not to bite me, and like the good pack they are, they honored my wishes even when my Omega begged. But at the end of the day, I’m not part of their pack, and now they don’t want me on their film. Which is understandable.
I ring my hands in front of me and avoid their eyes. “Okay, then. I’ll see you around.”
I’ll see you around?Why the hell would I say that? I really do need to get out of here.
No, please,my Omega whines, the sound almost escaping from my throat.They’re mine.
It takes all my strength to move my body in an effort to turn around and leave. I’m almost looking away from them when Wilder’s voice curls around me like a hand on the nape of my neck, firm and unyielding.
“Where do you think you’re going, Omega?”
There’s no bark in his question, but the cool and possessive way he says it reminds me of how he was in his rut. The way his arm banded around my chest when he caught me and everything that followed.
My scent goes from sour to welcoming, the sweet scent rising around me. I clear my throat and attempt to focus, putting as much dominance as I can find into my own eyes before I look into Wilder’s strong gaze.
“I told you.”
“You didn’t say where you were going.”
I huff. “If I need to be specific, to my nest.”
“Your nest is upstairs.”
My heart stops in my chest and damn it to hell, my nipples pull tight. The reaction brings forth a memory of Wilder talking about piercing them while Jett fucked me. I’d never thought about it before, and now I have a feeling I’m going to think about it every time I look at them.
My cheeks warm and I force myself to stand firm. “That’s not my nest.”
