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My tongue slides over my left canine. My cock throbs at the thought of an omega underneath me, with my knot molded inside her, right before my teeth sink into her neck.

“Her heat,” I choke out. “She’ll need more than you.”

Lucas growls. “She’ll need me. Not some alpha who keeps fucking betas.”

“Last night was a mistake and the first fucking one for two months. I need an omega. I need to knot.”

Lucas shakes his head. “Scarlett is mine.”

Chapter 6

Grace

“Is the random from the app still asking to help you through your heat?” Sienna asks me a few days later.

She takes the tray of drinks from the bar and looks around.

“Keep your voice down,” I hiss at Sienna as Ella and I follow her. We traipse through the bar, past the high stools and the people getting ready to watch the game on the large screen.

We find a booth, large enough to seat my sisters when they arrive.

“That table has a better view of the screen.” Ella points to another free booth.

I’m not too bothered about moving or watching the hockey game, but I know my sister will be pissed if she can’t watch her boyfriend play on the ice.

We move tables and once we’re settled, Ella looks at me rubbing at the ache in my stomach I’ve had all day.

“You know your heat could start tomorrow,” Ella says.

“Yeah, you really need a plan, and the crazy guy might be a good option. You told me he has a good body,” Sienna adds.

“I need more than a good body.” I glare at Sienna and shake my head. “What the hell are you thinking, anyway? I don’t know the guy from Adam. He could be a serial killer.”

Sienna chuckles before she mutters, “You’re definitely an omega. I’m surprised I never noticed before.”

I growl at her. Not only for her comparing me to an omega, but because I was starting to see the appeal in agreeing to Henry’s demand thanks to her not letting me forget about him.

And it was a demand.

So much so, I logged myself off BetaFans because he was getting a bit carried away with my nearing situation. Wanting me to see his cock, trying to coax me with the promise of hot sex.

But then the conversation turned away from sex. Each time we spoke this week, he got needier and seemed desperate to take me through my heat.

It’s like he wants to do this with me.

He has a plan—one I haven’t agreed to, by the way.

But being a typical alpha he thinks little omega me will drop my panties and play.

Hell no.

At least, I don’t think so—

Sienna purses her lips before sighing and saying, “You’ll remain anonymous. He told you he bought himself a breathable mask that alphas sometimes wear in heat hotels when they want to remain private and not be hounded by a needy omega afterwards.”

“And how weird is that?” I hiss.

“You wear one on BetaFans,” Sienna argues.

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