Page 68 of The Omega Archives: Part One

I quickly shook my head. I should say yes though. I should have told them to go out and get Cal. Maybe he’d know what to do.

He even mentioned that he took those designation classes when he was in school.

But I couldn’t tell him.

He'd take care of me. Oh, how I wanted him to take care of me.

But, then he would know.

Everyone will know.

I wasn’t free. I wasn’t safe.

I didn't say anything. I stood up from where I was hunched over the sink and pushed past them back out into the club.

I turned back towards the entrance Cal and I came in through. I could get out of here and somehow get home. I’d call him later and tell him that I got sick and wasn’t thinking clearly.

I wasn’t thinking clearly.

Cal had my phone, and I– I–

I stumbled over my own feet as I pushed through bodies towards the front door anyway, each of them turning with an echo of surprise etched on their face.

I was going into heat.

I never really had a heat outside my first. It was hot and aching and painful. I remembered that day as one of the worst of my life for so many reasons, the days after I first went into heat following coming in close behind.

Already, I wanted to cry.

Heat crawled along my skin and started to pick up a pulse as my perfume only continued to seek through my pores.

More heads whipped in my direction.

No no no. This could not be happening. This literally could not be happening. I did everything right. I took my suppressants. I took my blockers. This shouldn’t be happening.

I was a beta.

And betas do not perfume.

Even if they did they did not perfume eau de omega.

A man stepped out in front of me. No, not a man.

An alpha.

My brain screamed louder than the music still pulsating through the club under my feet. Only now, unlike usual, it didn’t come with only my average warning imploring me to run and hide and stay away.

Along with the screech of danger, my heart rate picked up as I stared up at the man. Trying to swallow as I smelled his thick patchouli scent. I shivered.

“Omega,” he murmured, his voice dipping low as his head as he sniffed, reaching out for me. “Looks like you could use a little help.”

I shook my head. No... “No.”

“Are you sure there? It wouldn’t be the first time I helped out a sweet omega with her heat.” His hand gripped my arm hard enough to bruise as I tried to pull away. I pulled harder, but he didn’t budge. “You must be a mess with it coming on so fast. I’m sure I could be of some assistance–”

NO.

I needed to get home. I needed to get safe. I used all my body weight to yank myself away.

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