Page 89 of Hidden Fates

“About damn time,” Onyx growls, immediately pulling her from my arms. “We’re leaving.”

Sterling slaps me on the back, hurrying to follow our pack leader. “Well, this has been a disaster.” Quentin pinches the bridge of his nose and pockets his phone. “I made sure everything we need will be delivered to the house. Let’s hope our mate can make it home without sending anyone into a rut.”

The pointed look he throws my way has my shoulders hiking up around my ears. Yeah, that’s a real possibility for me.

“Caleb and Sterling should ride with me in the Jeep,” Bellamy suggests as we reach the parking lot. “Em, go with Q. Onyx shouldn’t go into a rut since he just had one, but he might need extra hands.”

“We have a plan, let’s get out of here.”

Emmett slides into the back seat with Skye, letting out a wave of her honey-sweet perfume that has my eyes rolling back into my skull.

Bellamy’s hand grips my bicep tightly, dragging me across the lot and away from my mate. “I’ll get you back to her, dude. Can’t have you losing your mind till we get home.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

The trip back to Starburgh drags on. Even with Bee driving over the speed limit, it feels like it takes twice as long as the drive down.

My leg bounces, cock throbbing with the lust flowing from Skye and Onyx. I dimmed our bond five minutes into the trip, unable to handle the need to breed rising inside me while we were still so far from home.

“You’ve been through heats with Skye before?” Bellamy asks Caleb, his eyes flicking to the other Alpha in the rearview mirror.

“I have.”

Bee hums, checking traffic before switching lanes. Snow started falling a mile into our trip. A light layer, nothing dangerous. If it continues, we might be snowed in for this heat.

“I was thinking, none of us have been through a heat with Skye before the bond sickness would have started. Do y’think it’s affected that?”

Blinking at him, I consider what he’s asking. Are there changes we aren’t aware of? “I guess we’ll find out,” I admit.

I don’t like the idea that her heats might have been worse than they should be. Omegas are vulnerable during this time. Their bodies overworked and their instincts in control of their minds.

Has she been hurting all this time, and we never knew?

“Just a thought, babe,” Bellamy cuts in, patting my thigh way too close to my dick. “If there is anything we need to worry about, Caleb will tell us.”

Our newest packmate grunts, his hands clenched around his knees. Yeah, I don’t know if he’s going to be lucid enough. He’s liable to go into a rut before we can get the nest set up.

Bellamy barely pulls to a stop outside the house before Caleb is slamming out of the Jeep and stalking toward the SUV.

Gripping Bee’s shoulder, I ask, “Have you two talked about things between you going further than kissing and cuddling?”

His head shakes, and I sigh. “There won’t be much we can do to stop him if he goes into a rut, but it would be best for both of you if it doesn’t go too far. Not when you haven’t talked limits.”

Blowing out a breath, we track Caleb into the house as my Beta mate tries not to complain. “Yeah. I know.”

Gripping the back of his neck, I peck his lips before throwing my door open and patting the top of the Jeep. “When his head is clear, you can bring it up. Go put your baby in the garage before this snow gets any thicker.”

Flicking a handful of flakes his way, I shut the door on his outraged face. My cheeks hurt by the time I catch up with the others.

Onyx is already in command, sending Emmett to gather clothes laden with his and Bellamy’s scents. “Sly, can you grab the scent container from Quentin’s closet? I’ll get our stuff.”

I take the steps two at a time and duck into Q’s room. He’s too rigid about changing his sheets to use them. As a compromise, he started a rotation. When he wants to wash them, he puts them into the scent container instead. That way instances like this, where our Omega needs them, she won’t have to go without.

Finding the tote is easy since his closet is the most well-organized in the entire house. I grab it and head to Skye’s room, finding it a mess. Bedding and clothes are piled by the entrance to her nest, waiting for her approval before one of us drags them inside.

“Precious?” I call out, pushing the door in an inch. She’s on all fours, rearranging her nest. The sight of her peachy ass in the air has me biting my fist. My mate, naked and damn near presenting is tempting as hell.

Hazy, jade-green eyes peer at me over her shoulder.