“And thanks for looking after the place while I’m gone. I wouldn’t trust anyone but you.”
She pulls me in for another crushing hug, murmuring, “And thank you for trusting me.”
I keep my smile in place until the second she leaves, then I’m racing to my office and searching online for my symptoms.
“No.” I keep scrolling. The words ‘heat’ and ‘spike’ appear over and over. “…Compatible alphas… scenting… No, no fucking way.”
I’veneverhad a heat spike in my life, but the more I look, the more I realise that’s exactly what this is.
Was I already having a heat spike with Syl this morning? Is that why I’ve been so hot? Is that why I didn’t give a fuck about what we did in my office?
“How to get rid of a heat spike?” I say as I type.
An omega during a heat spike will need to consume alpha semen to reset their biological needs...
“Fuck,” I hiss.
“What?”
I freeze, slowly looking up.
Luc is at my door.
Alpha.
Oh no.
I’d left it open during my rush, and now he’s right there, wearing that slutty little t-shirt, with those large hands tucked into the side of his vest, with a sexy grin in place like he owns the building and everything in it.
Alpha.
“Nothing,” I squeak, closing every single tab as I clear my throat. “You and Val heading off?”
“Yeah, soon. Val’s just doing a last sweep now Margret’s gone.”
“Great, good. That’s… really good. Thanks.”
He leans against the doorframe, glancing around my office. “Gary and Max seemed to settle in alright today. Think Gary spent half the afternoon showing the staff baby photos.”
I nod quickly, hoping that’s the correct response, while my omega screams that we need to jump on him.
“Margret definitely likes ’em,” he continues with a grin. “Val and I will nip in while you’re away, but it’s looking pretty good.”
“Mmm,” I hum, trying to look normal while clenching my seat so hard I know they’ll be indents from my nails.
His brows furrow as he steps closer. “You okay, Revea?”
Alpha. There.
“Yep.” I nod with a tight, closed-lip smile. “Gary and Max are great. Just got… a lot of things to deal with before tomorrow… like packing…”
“Oh yeah? Didn’t take you for a last-minute packer, Ve.” He smiles nice and slow, like he knows I’m lying, because I am.
And god, he looks so good.
He moves closer, the corner of his smile tugging into something darker. “You look a little flushed, omega.”
Oh, this fucker.
