I try to process what the actual fuck is going on; but my inner Alpha takes up most of my brain.
It’s a miracle I can even speak coherent sentences.
Go to Omega.
Take her.
Claim her.
“Fuck!” I hiss, pulling at my hair and pacing around the room.
Maybe going outside is a good idea. Standing here, torturing myself while I know Maeve is behind a locked door getting knotted by another Alpha is doing nothing for my psyche.
I need my guitar.
I need music, something else to fill my ears besides the sounds of her needy cries.
Maybe Logan has the right idea after all.
The biting cold against my skin will be a decent distraction from the ache in my pants and the longing in my chest.
I stomp outside onto the porch, taking the unoccupied wooden bench to the left of the door. Logan is on the other bench to my right, sitting up straight and staring ahead into nothing.
The snow isn’t as violent as it was before. It falls steadily, but is a calming, peaceful sight as opposed to the winds from earlier.
It’s easier to breathe out here, even though the air is far colder than I’d prefer.
I inhale to a slow count of four, hold my breath for four counts, then exhale for four.
I continue to do it until my inner Alpha is no longer screaming in my head and demanding I march right back in there and take Maeve.
“You’re doing a breathing exercise,” Logan observes, as I continue to watch the snow.
“You should try it, sometime. Maybe you wouldn’t look like you’re at a funeral.”
“I’m not…sad,” he says, his voice strange.
But he’s known her longer than I have.
Maeve barely knows me.
Would she even trust me with her Heat?
I should be the one in the snow, not him, but the guy looks like he’s about to have a mental breakdown.
Regardless, Logan and I share the same scent match now.
Unless one of us tries to reject her, we’re going to be in each other’s lives.
I continue my deep breaths, trying to process exactly what the hell is happening.
I had hoped it was Maeve, of course.
I’ve been obsessed with her since the day I met her.
Her wit, her kindness, herscent…
But there’s very little time to absorb this.
