Page 24 of The Boss Omega
“That was—”
“Incredible? Staggering? Phenomenal?” I supply.
“Mind-blowing,” he finishes. “I can’t even think right now.”
Same. I’ve read every paper ever published. None of them prepared me for this.
We wait in silence. She doesn’t return. Something feels wrong.
Silas stalks toward the door. He knocks, “Little bird, are you okay? Do you need us again?”
No answer.
“Should we go in?” I ask. “Maybe she’s spiking again and can’t call for us.” Images of my beautiful girl curled on the bathroom floor, clutching her cramping stomach flood my addled brain.
Silas hesitates for one second before turning the handle. Locked. My alpha nearly slams against my ribs when the door doesn’t budge.
“Little bird,” Silas calls out. “Unless you say no, I’m coming in. Five, four…”
He counts too slowly. I count faster in my head. We reach one at different times.
Just as he shifts his weight to strike the door, the latch clicks.
Lark
I shove the door shut and press my back flat against it. I just let two alphas I’ve never met help me through a heat spike. And, wow.
Wow!
I sit with that for a second. Then I pick up my phone because there is exactly one person on earth who deserves to hear about this immediately.
Cammie has texted three times this afternoon. I hit the phone icon and call her. There’s way too much to say over text.
“Tell me everything,” she says by way of a greeting.
My legs are still too shaky to hold me properly. I flip down the toilet lid and sit.
“I found my scent matches.”
She emits an earsplitting squeal. “OH. MY. GOD! MATCHES! Like multiple? You’ve been messaging your scent-sensitive mates and you didn’t even know?”
I grimace. “One of them.”
“Let me guess. CoffeeGuy. Please god tell me you are not matched to the one with the Princess Peach fetish.”
I giggle. “It was CoffeeGuy. But he’s not happy about it.”
“What?” I hold the phone away from my ear. I’ll have hearing damage before this call ends.
“Tell me everything,” she repeats. “Don’t leave anything out.”
And so I tell her. About how CoffeeGuy left. How I don’t even know his name. How my omega went into total berserker mode and sent me into the most horrific heat spike of my life. How two alphas showed up to help me.
“They’re his packmates?” she asks.
“I—I think so. It’s hard to remember. My omega was in serious control of the situation.”
“They have to be, right? How else would they even know to come down to meet you?”
