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I try to pull my hand away from his grasp, but he tightens his hold, refusing to let go. My heart pounds in my chest as I struggle to make sense of his words. “My heat is delayed because I’m on blockers.”
His hand releases mine, and he takes a step back and shakes his head and considers me for a moment. “The offer has changed. Stop taking your blockers, because you don’t need to put that rubbish in your body. And …”
I swallow, waiting for him to rescind it. Instead, he says. “Five million dollars, Eleanor. Five days minimum. We get every day you’re in heat.”
“Jake...” I’m about to say Jake can get me through it alone, but like he knows.
“Jake can be there. Maybe Jake is our pack, too,” he replies.
Chapter 7
Walker
The scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers fills the air, as well as her sweet perfume.
The perfume she thinks nobody can smell.
In a world where alphas seek their omega, scent matching is as perfect as it gets. But with the progressive inventions of daily heat blockers, scent blockers, suppressants, and implants that make an omega believe she is something she is not—alphas still stay on top.
Mature alphas can detect the fake perfume an omega wears that masks her natural scent. Ella isn’t on scent blockers or anything else. Her stepfather did something much, much worse.
The bastard injected her with a long-lasting anti-omega, anti-heat vaccination, and she never knew a thing about it. Each sister was vaccinated in her sleep.
I found out after my brother wanted to buy her elder sister Ava, but he walked away from the deal when he realized she wouldn’t have a heat for three years. Not until the vaccination wore away, and the omega awakened.
Her stepfather had Ella vaccinated on their eighteenth birthday. Ella’s sister, Ava, who was nineteen when she joined his family, was vaccinated at that time. I suspect Layla had one when she turned eighteen too.
Apparently, the drug lasts for exactly three years, and most of the girls will have their first proper heat on their twenty-first birthday. Giving him three years to parade them and wait for the highest bidder.
I’m not sure how her stepfather dealt with losing the eight-figure deal my brother, Max, offered for Ava. Because when he found out about the vaccination, my brother walked away from the deal, therefore, giving up on his omega.
He wasn’t prepared to wait until she was twenty-two years old for her heat. Whereas, I can’t walk away from Eleanor.
Her stepfather was under the illusion holding back the sisters’ heats would make them more valuable. But he never expected to be offered fifteen million dollars that he was for Ava. Especially when he’d gotten nothing over two hundred thousand dollars for his own daughters.
And when he finally sold Ava to Garrett Jameson, a billionaire from New York, snapping at his hand for the five million dollars he offered. Yet, I doubt he admitted her heat was going to be much later than the billionaire would ever realize.
But Eleanor is my concern. In a few weeks’ time she turns twenty-one years old, and the reason I’m so desperate for her. Buying those days ahead of time and filling her with my baby during her heat.
Then she will always be mine.
My pack mate, Gabe, stands next to me in the hotel’s doorway. The crisp, clean scent of his cologne taking over the last of her perfume.
“You were too harsh on her,” I say as we watch Ella drive away from the hotel and down the winding driveway.
Gabe turns his gaze towards me, his eyes heavy with frustration. It’s as if my words have ignited something within him, something he’s been trying to suppress for far too long. Turmoil swirling in his stormy gray eyes, reflecting the war waging within him.
“I know,” he whispers, his voice laced with remorse. “This isn’t the life she deserves. Not with me.” His voice cracks under the weight of his own self-doubt, and for a moment, I can feel his pain.
“She deserves everything,” I say, reaching out, placing a hand on his shoulder. My touch is meant to comfort him, but it feels feeble against the whirlwind of emotions that I know consumes him. Me too, but for very different reasons. “You don’t give yourself enough credit,” I say. “We all deserve a second chance.”
Gabe looks at me. “Some of us don’t. But I know how much you want her, so I’ll stick to the plan.”
“You have to want her too. She’s the one. You know that.”
Gabe sighs. “But she’s only twenty-years-old, Walker. You’re thirty-eight and I’m thirty-five. She’ll never choose us.”
“She will.” I nod, conviction coursing through my veins. I know his doubts are greater than age related, but I don’t voice them. “We may be older, but age is just a number. What matters is the connection I have with her, and you’ll feel it soon.”
