Devotion? Wasn’t that an Omega’s job? But I had been devoted to my old Pack and what had it gotten me?
“I’ll think about it,” I said.
Theo opened his mouth like he was going to say something else, but Alexei tapped his knee and gave him a significant look. They weren’t going to pressure me, which was good.
I had all the time in the world to figure this out.
When I went to bed, Alexei brushed by as he opened the door, our skin connecting with an almost audible heat.
“Give us a chance,” he breathed. “I know we can make you happy.”
It was tempting, so tempting! But what would people think? Could I trust them?
“I don’t think it would suit,” I said firmly. “I can’t imagine what two young Alphas would want with a 40-year-old Omega.”
Then I shut the door behind me.
That was the end of the matter. Right? It just wouldn’t be a sensible choice. But I couldn't quite convince myself. . .
And the next morning I woke up in a sticky, soaking, dripping fever.
My heat had begun–early!Their Alpha scents had catapulted it into overdrive.
And I better be careful, and not come out of my room at all.
Because who knew what could happen if they scented me during a heat. . .
Warm licks of flame were caressing between my legs and making my brain feel fuzzy. I shook my head to try to clear it, ignore the wetness that was soaking through my panties.
I stumbled to my feet, desperate for a glass of water, knocking over my alarm clock in my haste to get up.
Instantly, there was a pounding on the door.
“Jessabella? Are you ok?”
“I’m fine,” I tried to choke out, downing the water in huge gulps.
“I can’t hear you!” Theo shouted out. “I’m sorry, but I have to break this door down!”
There was a cracking sound and I whirled around to see the door burst open and Theo entered.
His face instantly transformed from serious and concerned to happy, a big grin showing the dimples in his cheeks.
With his shirt off and his broad shoulders and defined abs, he looked good enough toeat, and I felt my insides twisting, tighter and tighter, and tighter andtighter.
A pull. Then another. Stronger.
A pull again, insistent, urgent. Biological and carnal.
Oh no. Oh no.
I tried to stop myself from moaning.
But I couldn’t.
And then there was apopand it began, heat and sweat streaming down my sides and collecting in a sticky puddle in my bra. My breasts felt tight, tingling all over until my nipples were tipped with flame.
It was urgent and throbbing between my legs, heat rushing over me with such power that my thighs were trembling as gushing wet slick began to soak through my panties, roll down to my toes.
