Page 38 of The Omega Archives: Part Two

“God, you're stunning when you come, darling.”

This was it. I was screwed. If not literally definitely metaphorically because this omega no matter what anyone said from the rest of the pack to the damn Omega Services– she was going to be mine.

Chapter

Twelve

ELLA

Oh my god.

I failed at doing the most basic thing an omega probably has to deal with in front of the alpha who probably hates me the most out of Cal’s whole pack and then grinded on his junk like– like–

A horny omega.

I could barely control myself. It was horrifying and freeing and everything I feared and desired all at once. Yet still, I couldn't believe that I just did that. I couldn't figure out what just happened.

I covered my face with my hands the whole way back to the house. I curled my legs inwards up towards my stomach. It was no longer cramped like before– God, it was one of the worst pains I felt in years. It took me back to that day, those nights alone when Peter had…

I clenched my eyes shut forcing the memory far away.

Now after my little episode back at my apartment where Liam packed up a few more of my things and some clothes, my stomach only felt flat and empty. Hungry.

But not for Alpha.

Not Liam.

Of all of them, it had to be this alpha in Cal's pack.

Pretentious, rude Liam had the audacity to laugh at my embarrassment. The worst part was as we made our way out of the house and down the road, I wanted to laugh with him.

I certainly would rather laugh than cry. I had enough of crying.

“Are you okay?” Liam murmured after a moment. He glanced over his shoulder towards me with his hands steady on the wheel.

I nodded silently.

“You sure?” he asked.

“I’m sorry.”

“What?” He chuckled again. I shut my eyes to the pompous sound. “Don’t.”

“I need to be. I don’t know why I did that. It was inappropriate and I know you didn’t want me and then I just did that...”

“Ella. I’m telling you right now to stop apologizing before I pull over the car.”

“But I–”

“You rubbed yourself on me because you needed me and then I came in my pants.”

I froze. “What?”

“You heard me.”

I did. But I almost wanted to hear it again.

“That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen and my alpha feels like I’m just about to die if I don’t get into an extremely cold shower within the next few minutes because I can’t help but replay you grinding your pretty pussy against my cock through our clothes like we were teenagers. So please,” he repeated, “Don’t be sorry.”

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