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I bite my tongue and back away, giving them space to squeeze through my door and into my home. The door shuts behind Micah, making me jump and feel flighty now that they’re in my space. Standing in front of them both has me fighting the urge to flee down the hallway and into my nest to hide.
They could see it as a game, though, and I’m not in the mood for that. Not with them.
Micah clears his throat, stuffing his hands into his front pockets and shuffling his feet. He attempts to make himself seem smaller and non-threatening to ease me, assuming my nerves are all because of them.
I mean, he’d be right, but I won’t be telling him that.
“So, we have your ‘do and don’t list’ that was emailed over to us, but I remember most of them from the first time we were matched together. We can go over them still, if you’d prefer, just to make you more comfortable.”
Poor guy. He really does seem like such a nice alpha. If it wasn’t for his scent, I’d be all over him. He is the first to ever make me put him on my ‘do not send’ list simply because of his scent and by no fault of his own. If it hadn’t been for the other two alphas that were sent with him that one time, I’m not sure I would have been able to get lost in the heat. Their scents helped overpower his and make it tolerable.
Tyler scoffs and I turn my eyes on him, raising a brow. I really don’t like him.
“Once she’s fully in heat, she won’t care what we do to her, ain’t that right, Sweet Cheeks?” he says, getting too close to me and lifting my chin with a finger. “She’ll only be begging for knots and more. All those don’ts are gonna turn into dos real fast.”
My cheeks heat in anger and I want to tell him to get the hell out, but just as I’m getting ready to tear him a new asshole, a cramp tears through my middle, taking my breath away.
Motherfucker.
I jerk my chin from his hold and bend, wrapping an arm around my middle and breathing through my nose to ease the pain. Micah comes to my aid, placing his large hand on my back and rubbing it soothingly. I hold my breath as subtly as I can, so he doesn’t notice how harsh his scent is for me but accept the small amount of comfort he’s offering.
“Should I take you to your nest? Help you get comfortable?” Micah whispers low enough that only I hear him.
Tyler has all but forgotten about me as he walks around my apartment, touching pictures and knickknacks and whatever else he finds. I’ll have to remember to burn everything.
It’s all contaminated with his stupidity and vile scent now.
What a waste.
“Yeah. Just you, though. Keep him from following right now, or I might rip his balls off when we get in there,” I mumble.
Micah grimaces but agrees and informs Tyler he’s taking me to the nest. When it looks like he’s getting ready to follow, Micah subtly suggests Tyler get together water and snacks for us all. Funnily enough, everything he names off, other than the water, are things I absolutely do not have, which means the knothead will have to go to the store.
“You guys better not start without me,” Tyler huffs, rolling his eyes as he grumbles his way back out of my door.
I visibly deflate when he’s gone, not feeling quite as hostile with him out of my apartment. I don’t know if I can do this or if I even want to, but I know I can’t ignore a heat and be left in pain.
Why the hell did this have to happen before I was prepared? Damn it.
Micah leads me down the hallway with his hand on my back, and I stop in front of the open door to the nest. He tenses when he sees the disarray, his eyes wide and lips parted in shock. I kick my foot against the floor and grimace.
“So…” I mumble.
He clears his throat. “Um… Your nest is, uh… It’s…”
He struggles to find something nice to say, which is sweet, but wholly unnecessary. I’m well aware that it’s a disaster in here now. I’d be embarrassed if I actually wanted him to be impressed with my nest, but I don’t so… I don’t much care.
“Something just wasn’t feeling right and then you two showed up, and yeah… I haven’t fixed it yet.”
“Would you like me to help?” he asks gently, his eyes bouncing around the small room and taking in all the destruction carefully.
I scrunch my nose up, the idea of him touching all of my things upsetting me.
I’m not one to hold back usually, having been entirely too blunt for the majority of my life. Now that they’ve both shown up, I know this isn’t going to work. I feel bad for Micah because he truly is a nice guy, but I can’t force something like enjoying a scent.
I do not, however, feel bad about not wanting Tyler in my space.
Fucking twat waffle.
