Page 31 of A Murderous Omega

I’d murdered one abusive pack to escape, and I’d do it again if I had to.

Peppermint and chocolate and the fresh, salty breeze off the ocean overwhelmed me as I opened the door. I cursed their names as need ran through me like gasoline over a fire.

I couldn’t trust them.

But I could build a nest in their apartment, surround myself with their scents, and⁠—

Shivers wracked my small frame. I needed a nest, and quickly. My brain could only resist my biology for so long, and as miserable as a heat alone could be, it’d be even more miserable if I didn’t prepare.

Stripping, heedless of the windows, of anything but shedding the scratchy fabric that abraded my skin, I strode through the apartment, looking for a room that would work.

Their room. The large bed that smelled like heaven. A pile of clothes on the floor that smelled like coming home. Completely nude, I turned on my heel so I could search the kitchen for snacks and bottles of water, coming up empty.

Shit!

I looked at my phone. Did I have enough time to order take-out?

Pain wrenched through my guts, my womb desperate and begging for an alpha’s knot, for his hot cum to paint my insides. I moaned at the thought, imagining Conor and Emile taking me one after the other, bending me over and⁠—

Enough!

I’d be fine. In a few hours, I’d be senseless anyway. I wouldn’t care about hunger or thirst or anything but the unending need of an omega for her alphas. I’d break, turning into a creature of heat and hunger—and I’d be doing it alone.

A tear streaked down my face as loneliness overcame me, overpowering even my desperate need to nest. I’d made my bed, and I was happy to lie in it most days, but the moment before I went into heat, when I had to face my biology alone, face my choices alone, broke my soul into pieces every goddess damned time.

Pounding on the door startled me out of my reverie.

“Lark.” I loved the way Emile’s accent stretched out the vowel, rolling it into the “r” at the back of his throat. “We’re outside, all right, little omega? We won’t come in but let us know if you need anything.”

I made my decision and wrenched the door open.

“I need—” My voice broke. “I need you. Both of you.”

The two alphas tumbled inside. Conor yanked me against his chest, whispering sweet nothings in my ear as he stroked the tears away from my cheeks with his thumbs.

“Little omega, you didn’t even engage the locks,” Emile breathed.

“I—” I couldn’t say it. Couldn’t tell them I trusted them. Not yet.

“Order food,” Emile ordered Conor, who hauled me with him as he dropped onto the couch. Fuck this. I didn’t want to sit in his lap, demure and patient while they figured out how to take care of me.

They were alphas.

They’d figure it out.

I straddled Conor, strafing my bare pussy against his already hard cock, rolling my hips as I purred, delighted that my alphas were here.

He wrapped his fingers around my waist. “Baby, I’ve got to order food. You’re going to need calories and water.”

What I needed was his knot. I reached down to tear his belt off.

“Emile,” Conor said, his voice strangled, as my fingers wrapped around his cock.

“On it.”

The other alpha plucked the phone out of Conor’s hands as I lined him up with my entrance.

“Omega,” Conor growled. “Stop.”