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ChapterOne
Sienna
Nothing was more chaotic than an omega in heat. Not only did I feel sticky with sweat like a fever was overtaking me, my body was aching something fierce. To top it all off, I was craving so many different foods that I couldn’t make sense of it. No one except a heat-addled omega would long for a spoonful of peanut butter and wasabi.
I’d already called into work and rented my room. I just had to get there in time, which meant getting as many snacks as I could in the next few minutes.
By the time I arrived at the checkout line with a crazy messy bun and more snacks than an entire pack could consume, I could feel my heat ramping up. Thank fuck I hadn’t hit the point that I was too horny to think.
The beta at the counter gave me a knowing look, and I resisted the urge to flip him off. I was usually a people pleaser, but the closer I inched to this fucking heat, the more filters and niceties flew out the window. I just wanted to snuggle up in an igloo with some weed, snacks, and maybe a knotting dildo or five. Was that too much to ask for?
I didn’t take the time to put the groceries in my trunk, unceremoniously shoving them in the passenger seat of my trusty gold Toyota Corolla. I had a bag in the back with my heat necessities and a room waiting at one of the Omega Clinic’s heat centers. It was a glorified hotel, but it had added security to keep the omegas safe.
As I drove up to the address the lady had given me over the phone, my jaw dropped. It washuge. This place looked like a five-star hotel, complete with a gaudy chandelier visible through the lobby’s giant windows. When I’d called to book a room, the receptionist had mentioned I was lucky to snag a spot, and now I understood why. Sure, I’d be holed up in my room once I hauled all my stuff there, but I felt a little more settled after seeing the building, like I would be taken care of and pampered. I hadn’t paid for extra services or anything like that, but my heat always brought out the little princessy parts of me that I usually kept stuffed deep down.
“Welcome to The Den. Solo or pack?” the woman behind the counter asked as I approached. I felt very out of place with my tank top, duffel bag, and five grocery bags full of snacks. Or maybe it was because I was on my own in a strange place. The idea of belonging to a pack and not having to suffer through a week of hell sounded amazing, and I couldn't help but long for that life I might never have.
“Solo, Sienna Rivers,” I told her quickly.
“Ah, our lucky caller,” she joked while tapping away on her keyboard. “You already paid, so here’s your key. Take the elevators to the sixth floor. You’re room 612.”
“Thanks,” I said as I shifted my stuff and took the key card. She tried to say something, likely an offer to help with my stuff, but I had already walked to the nearby elevators. Without looking back, I smacked the call button with the back of my hand and bounced from foot to foot as I waited for the shiny gold doors to open.
The wonders didn’t cease once I made my way to my room and slid the card through the reader to open my door. The room was bigger than an average hotel double, with a spacious jetted bathtub, a pack-sized fluffy bed, and windows that overlooked the city. I figured it was safe to assume their tint kept any curious onlookers from the surrounding buildings from seeing in.
Everything was white or gold, with black accents. If I didn’t feel like I was seconds from combusting, I’d appreciate it more. It wasn’t often that I spent money on myself, but since suppressors were out of the question for this heat, I figured it was time.
I’d tried to take them, but they did nothing to quell the rising tide of my heat, which, I’d learned, was likely thanks to that drug I’d been dosed with. My bestie Hazel had mentioned that suppressor-resistant heats were a consequence many of the omegas had experienced in the cult she’d grown up in.
I dropped my bags on the floor and crossed the room to the thermostat, eagerly tapping the down arrow. Once the vents started pumping cool air into the room, I was finally able to breathe and take another glance around.
A stack of brochures on the bed caught my attention, and I picked it up, laughing at the name.
Rent-An-Alpha.
The man on the front was a mountain of an alpha that made my toys seemveryinadequate. As I flipped the pages, I realized the service was heavily discounted thanks to a deal with the Omega Clinic. Call it a crazy moment of heat impulsivity, but seconds later, I was dialing the number.
“Rent-An-Alpha, I see you are in room 612 at The Den. Do you want one alpha or a pack?” The man spoke in a rushed tone as if he already had other calls waiting on the line. Maybe these alphas were a hot commodity. I couldn’t believe I’d never heard of them before, but then again, I had always taken suppressors. Since I had been drugged at Neon Nights, this approaching heat had felt more intense.
“One alpha,” I said in a quiet voice, my eyes wide at the thought of a whole pack barging in. I might be a lot moregivingduring my heat, but there was no way I was ready for an entire damn pack. I’d unfortunately overhead some of my bestie’s exploits with her pack, and there was no way my vagina, slick or not, could handlethatwithout breaking.
“Charged to the card on file?” the man asked.
“Yes,” I groaned, trying to breathe through the sudden surge of heat.
“Do you have a preference?” he asked. Thank god the man was still using his professional voice. The embarrassment might have killed me otherwise. My brain froze, and I couldn’t figure out what to say.
“Uh, a man?” I sounded uncertain enough that he chuckled.
“Alright, so we’ll just choose our next available alpha if that’s alright with you?”
“God yes,” I begged.
He quickly gave me the total for the week and specified the discounted rate. At this point, I would have agreed to selling my personal stash of weed if it meant relief, so I’d be lying if I said the numbers clearly made it into my brain.
“Before I hang up, I want to let you know our new policy,” the guy said after clearing his throat. “In the bathroom, there is a pheromone blocker wash. Please use it before the alpha shows up and during the time he’s there. The man we send your way will also be using it. Just to prevent any unnecessary… entanglements.”
I hurriedly agreed and rushed to the bathroom after ending the call. Jumping into the shower, I rushed through a quick wash in the ice-cold water. Neither the temperature of the water nor the sterile scent of the pheromone blocker bothered me. I was beyond caring about those details at this point, and besides, I had to use a similar body wash at work every night, so the sterile smell wasn’t startling. A few minutes later, I was out of the shower, wrapped up in a fluffy cotton towel that would do for now.No use in getting dressed if it’s all going to come off in a few minutes.
