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Drive away, Hazel.
Drive the fuck away before they put you in a psych ward.
The tears fall harder as she pictures Connor’s face.
She wishes, more than anything, that the little boy was still in her class.
Because back then, there was no second-guessing.
She was the happiest she’d ever been at that fucking job, and now she’s self-destructing.
Even if she lost her job but Connor was still there, she could carry on.
But children deserve to be happy. Children deserve a good childhood, and if she could have a part in that, just a little, then it would be enough.
And they took it all from that little boy.
She chokes on a sob and rolls down the window to drop the cigarette when the night air blows a cool breeze through her hair.
Everything changes.
It’s a jolt in her body. For a moment, she thinks she’s been shot, as the feeling is so intense that there’s no other way she could describe it. A bullet must have hit her and ripped through her skin and into her core.
Tingles spread through her arms, and she forgets to breathe for a good ten seconds.
When she finally regains her breath, it happens again. The wind is violent with the promise of a storm, and icy-cold air flows down her throat and through her lungs.
She chokes. She chokes onair, as if she’s never inhaled before.
What is happening?
The intensity of it is staggering. With shaky fingers, she rolls up the automatic window and doubles over in her seat, clutching at her chest as she breathes in the car’s circulated air.
Finally,blessedly, her body processes the oxygen in her lungs.
She realizes in horror what happened.
The last time she smelled one was years ago, and it was created in a lab. It was an artificial scent meant to desensitize her and other fellow Omegas.
But this is the real deal.
It’s the scent of an Alpha.
Cautiously, she rolls down the window barely a crack, curious to see if she’ll have the same reaction. When the scent hits her this time, it’s not as shocking, but it still steals the breath from her lungs. She sucks as much of the scent in as she can, her hands trembling with desire and fear.
Forrest. Darkness.
Home.
Oh, no. No, no.
She was off the suppressants for a week.
That is why she’s having this reaction. This awful torment of pleasure and pain, of curiosity and cruel longing.
She shouldn’t have come here. This was the biggest mistake of her fucking life. Her heart aches from a loneliness she can’t describe.
She’s mourning something that was never there.
