“No,” I grit out, chest heaving. “You’re not…Rhett…Please,” I pant through the searing pain. “Go get Rhett.”
“Oh no,” Oli whispers, his canines flashing in the dim light. “You’remine.”
Before I can say another word, big hands curl under my arms, and I’m lifted. Oli’s hand finds my waist, firm and unrelenting, and then—he moves. One step forward, and suddenly my back hits the wall with a solidthud.
Looming over me, Oli’s eyes darken, and my breath catches in my throat. He presses in close, his bare chest against mine. And with that simple touch, all my instincts scream and settle all at once.
Oli braces one hand beside my head, the other still wrapped around my hip. The wall is cold against my sweaty back, but Oli isn’t. He’s hot—heat rolling off him in waves—and I feel it like a brand wherever our bodies touch.
Deep down, I know he'd never hurt me. Oli is good. Steady. Gentle, even with his towering presence and tightly leashed strength, he’s holding me so carefully.Kind of.But he’s an alpha. And right now, every inch of him feels like it.
“Get—get,” I clench my teeth as my stomach spasms. “Get Rhett or Myrick.” I force the words from my throat. “Please. I need a doctor.”
“Mine,” he growls low and slowly as he leans in, completely ignoring my pleas.
My abs clench as Oli growls loudly, pushing his nose against my throat. My cock throbs, painful and raw. Holding my breath, I wait for the alpha to speak or move, but he doesn’t say anything. He just breathes. Deep and rumbling, right against the side of my neck, pulling in my scent like heneedsit.
He’s definitely scaring me.
“So good,” he growls.
And then something inside my stomach snaps. My legs shake as pain erupts from my gut, and my body opens. Hot fluid pours from my ass, covering my legs and feet.
Shock grips me and my knees nearly give out.
“What’s happening to me?” My voice is high-pitched and my hands are shaking. “Oh god!” I get out a strangled cry as more fluid gushes. It’s searing hot, soaking my boxers and trickling down the inside of my legs. Is it blood? Am I dying?
“Fuck, you smell good.” Oli inhales deeply again, right against the hollow of my throat. I feel the air hitch in hischest. “So damnsweet.” His nose brushes the curve of my neck, then he licks me. “You taste like sweet bread,” he growls, and I swear I feel his lips curl into the smallest smile against my skin. “Fresh from the oven. Dripping with honey.”
“Please, st-stop.” I stammer, feeling so small and helpless. Wracked with pain and pouring sweat. “I need….ngghh!” A strangled noise rips from my throat when the ache in my belly explodes. I feel like my guts are being ripped out while my cock is being strangled.
Everything hurts. It burns and sizzles, my very being falling apart, and Oli is oblivious to it all. He’s just….calm. Restrained as his tongue laps at my wet skin.
“Don’t cry, little one.” He lifts his head and cups my cheek. His wide eyes dart all over my face, wild and possessive. “I’m going to take care of you, omega.”
Omega?
The words hit me like a punch to the gut, but I force myself to focus through the pain.
“What? No!” I shove at Oli’s chest as panic rises in my throat, but he doesn’t move. In fact, he pushes in closer, pressing his hard cock against my groin. “No!” I slam my fist against his unyielding body. “I’m not! I’m not an omega. I’m a beta!”
Ihaveto be.
I’ve always been a beta.
Balanced. Neutral. Safe.
But Oli stays firmly planted. He looks at me with an almost tranquil look on his face. He’s unshaken in a way that scares me more than anything else.
“It’s okay,” he whispers. He doesn’t argue. Doesn’t insist.
He just breathes.
And I can smell it now—me—in the air between us. Sweet and thick and unmistakable.
Slick.
Oh, god.
