He’s not crowding me or trying to trap me in the front beside him. In fact, he hasn’t touched me at all. He’s just being so…nice.
Maybe he is a good guy…
I give in.
I mean, I can’t stay out in this rain, not with the fire in my belly growing hotter by the second.
My knees shake as I crawl into the car, my movements clumsy and weak. The interior is all black leather and dark shadows, the dashboard casting a soft, green glow over everything. It’s clean, and it feels safe…kinda.
The alpha gets into the driver’s seat, the whole car shifting under his weight. He starts the engine, and it rumbles to life with a deep, powerful thrum that I feel in my bones. As he pulls out of the alley and onto the dark, glistening street, I find my voice.
“What’s your name?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.
He glances at me in the rearview mirror, his eyes catching the dashboard lights. “Pace,” he says, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate right through me. “Pace Greene.”
“Th-thank you,” I stammer, my voice thin. “For helping me.”
“No problem,” he says, his eyes on the road. But I notice how his hands tremble as he grips the steering wheel, turning the car down the wide, empty street.
Looking up at the night sky, I try to find the moon, but the dark clouds hide her.
I don’t even know what time it is.
I snuck out right as the sun was setting, but the second I stepped out of the apartment building, it felt like everyone was staring at me as I walked, their eyes like physical touches. I was so scared of someone realizing I was an omega withoutan escort that I ducked into the nearest alleyway and cried for what felt like hours.
Lightning cracks overhead, and I flinch hard.
Hot slick pulses out of my body, a constant, shameful trickle that contrasts wildly with the cold, wet clothes sticking to my skin.
Terrified, I look at Pace, but he doesn’t seem to react to the smell of my slick at all.
In fact, he doesn't even flinch.
This alpha must be a saint. I mean, why isn't he attacking me?
Did I really find the one good and honorable alpha in the whole city?
Pace turns down another street, and a new wave of pheromones rushes through me, so intense it makes my dick strain hard in my shorts. A sharp, throbbing pain starts in my shaft, the tip so sensitive it feels like it’s being scraped with sandpaper. I want to cry as I press a hand over it through my soaked shorts, trying to ease the pressure, but it doesn’t help.
It just makes me hiss in pain.
The second the sound leaves my lips, Pace stiffens.
Guilt slams into me so fast it almost steals the air from my lungs.
I shouldn’t have made a noise. I should’ve swallowed it down, kept quiet, stayed small. I know better than to draw attention to myself.
My father always says that alphas react because they’re pushed. Because omegas go out of their way to make themselves a spectacle.
He says that my kind create problems and then act surprised when it explodes in our faces.
And right now, if I don’t shut up and act right, I’m goingto push this good alpha into doing something bad. And it’ll be my fault when he does….
“You okay?” Pace asks, his voice a deep, luscious rumble.
I can smell him, his scent growing stronger, thicker in the small space of the car, and for a second, that thrills me. A dark, primal part of me wants this. I want to have the massive alpha mount me, fill me, fuck and mark me until I can’t remember my own name.
But then my senses creep back in, and I inhale sharply, trying to collect myself. “Do you… do you know where a clinic is?” I manage to ask through clenched teeth.
