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My hands move to grab fistfuls of Lennox’s juicy ass and I hold on for dear life as my alpha fucks me. Bites, fucking, and knots. This is going to be the best damn heat I’ve ever had.

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

VES

This could not be happening at a worse time.

I clutch my stomach and growl as I unlock the hotel room door, breathing heavily through the cramp that rolls through the entire lower half of my body.

I didn’t think to have the heat conversation with Arlo let alone our alphas, and normally I wouldn’t be that miffed by something dictated by genetics and designation. It’s out of everyone’s control, mostly, anyway. It’s one of the few things in life I just roll with, I don’t get pissed about because what’s the point? But I’ve also actively avoided going into heat for almost the entirety of my adult life, thanks to some of the privileges that come along with going to college, working in law enforcement, and being a single parent. I haven’t had to worry about going into heat since I was a teenager and considering that came as a fucking surprise, guess what your designation is motherfucker at a family reunion, I was pretty on top of making sure it wasn’t something I’d ever have to think about until I was good and ready.

At least, I was on top of it until now.

I stumble into the room, the scents of my pack so fucking strong it has slick soaking my slacks as I immediately start to strip.

I should have asked Arlo if he needed a prescription. I should have found out how he was getting by before this and made sure he wasn’t going to have to worry moving forward.

That’s on me.

He had to be miserable when his heat hit.

Thank god he was with Lennox and Baron.

I’m sure they’re taking care of him. I know they are, I can smell it.

I kick my shoes off as I push my pants down my thighs, every inch of my skin on fire as the fabric practically scrapes against it.

I honestly can’t remember the last time I took a suppressant.

This case, The Orphan and his bullshit, all of my extracurricular activities, making sure Cali is safe and cared for all while navigating a new pack. Everything has been piling up and it makes sense that I forgot to take my meds at some point. The problem is, I don’t know when that was and for all I know, it’s been weeks. I’m just lucky this didn’t happen while I was in the field or somewhere even more inconvenient.

Not that driving back here with a raging hard-on and boxer-briefs full of slick was convenient, but things definitely could have been worse.

Bracing myself against the wall, I take a few deep breaths and try to count through the pain. The closer I get to the bedroom, the harder that is.

I can smell my alphas, smell my sweet omega. I can smell their cum and it’s only making my pain worse.

So much fucking worse.

I need to be stuffed full of cock and covered in alpha cum, and I need it quickly.

Fuck, we don’t even have a nest for this.

I’m not sure Arlo has ever had one, and mine back at home is hardly what anyone would call a proper nest for an omega.

Then again, I’m not exactly a proper omega.

My parents were convinced I was going to be an alpha, as a matter of fact. I’ve always been big, and I’ve always had the same sunshine and roses disposition everyone loves about me.

Basically I’ve always been a huge dickhead and my family was pretty shocked when we discovered I wasn’t an alpha. Not disappointed, my mother might have been thrilled about it, but shocked all the same.

To say I haven’t done things the same as the other omegas I know well enough to discuss things like this with, like my sister and Marley, would be a huge understatement.

But right now, I wish we’d started making some sort of nest here at the hotel. For Arlo, at least.

And not just because we’d inevitably have to deal with one of us, or in this case, both of us going into heat.