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“Why don’t I order pizza?” Avery offers, pulling out his phone. “I need to secure the windows and doors anyway.” He walks over, grabs the tote from me, and sets it down. “Is there anything you want?”
My stomach grumbles in response to the mere mention of food, and I immediately know what I’m craving. “Breadsticks,” I say, the thought making my mouth water.
He presses a soft kiss to my temple, and his scent wraps around me like a comforting blanket. Swallowing my whine because I am a badass omega, I drag the tote over to where Max stands in my cozy little living room. He’s dimming the lights and making a space for me on the couch. I appreciate the sentiment, but he’s got the pillows all wrong.
I pop the tote open and turn to the couch, my vision tunneling. The cushions feel like pillows, so I have to fluff them up before setting them back down. I point to a spot. “Max.” It’s the center, and I just need him and his alpha scent to park his ass right there. Then, I stack my pillows. I need exactly three to myright where the lounge is. I have to sit in the corner, it can’t be any other way. Next, I pile on the blankets.
When Avery returns, I stuff him in the other corner, where Tuna sits in his lap. The pizza box is open on the coffee table.
Somewhere in my little omega blackout, I went upstairs, got my heated blanket, and collected my large water cup that holds over forty ounces. It’s like waking up after a coma, not that I know, but I assume omega hyper-focus is relatable to that.
When I come to, I’m sitting in my corner with three slices of pizza on my plate with one already devoured, but Max is gone. When the hell did he disappear?
As I chew slowly, I turn and stare at Avery, worrying my bottom lip. I already know they want me, but what do I do? Do I take my impending heat by the balls and just ask them to help me through it? No biting. Or do I suffer with my toy box hidden in my upstairs closet?
“I want to negotiate,” Avery says as the sun slowly dips outside. He leans forward, dropping his plate on my squishy coffee table before he turns to face me head-on. “Your heat is coming.”
Can he read my mind?
“Looks that way,” I grumble, glancing at the pile of cream and sage blankets surrounding us. “Don’t say it though,” I whisper. “I don’t want to bring it on just yet. I have a week.” If I’m lucky.
“I won’t jinx it,” he promises. “But you need to think about how you want to get through it.”
“I know,” I reply, picking off a pepperoni. “Logically, I should have picked out a pack to help a long time ago. I just don’t trust anyone not to bite me without consent.” Now, my time is running out.
Avery nods at me in understanding. “Do you trust me?”
I blink at Avery, already knowing the answer to that. Avery showed up for me when I had no friends in the castle, when I felt the most alone. We spent so many nights talking about nonsense. He never pushed me to tell him my whole story. He never begged for it. Avery waited and ate the breadcrumbs I fed him as though they were a seven-course meal. He’s shown me that I can trust him on more than one occasion.
“Yeah,” I whisper, knowing that it’s true.
“Let us help you through your heat.”
As soon as the words leave his lips, Max walks back into the room, his eyes finding mine immediately. He freezes mid-step and his body tenses.
Avery’s proposal hangs in the air, and I can feel the weight of the decision pressing down on me. The thought of navigating my heat alone, like other omegas have countless times before, feels daunting and painful, but it’s not just about physical needs, it’s about trust, vulnerability, and the possibility of forming a deeper connection with these two alphas who have shown me nothing but care and respect.
I meet Avery’s gaze, my eyes reflecting a mixture of uncertainty and longing. “I want to,” I admit in a hushed tone, my voice betraying my vulnerability, “but I need assurances. No biting, no claiming. I want to remain in control.”
Avery nods, his understanding evident. “Of course, Seraphina. Your boundaries will be respected by the whole pack.”
Max, who slowly creeps toward the couch, his gaze locked on mine, adds his reassurance. “We’ll be here to support you, to make you feel safe and comfortable. You set the pace.”
A wave of relief washes over me, and I manage a small smile. “Thank you,” I murmur, genuinely grateful for their willingness to accommodate my needs. It’s not just about satisfying thephysical aspects of my heat, it’s about finding balance between desire and trust.
Am I really going to do this?
Don’t think. Just feel. What do you feel?
Chewing on my cheek, I look back and forth between them and swallow down my thoughts about why this is a terrible idea.
Because it is a terrible idea.
“Yes,” I blurt out.
What could go wrong?
CHAPTER 13
