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I hope.

Xander: You’re my omega. Tell me where you are.

Ginger: Once my heat is over, I won’t be an omega anymore, so get over it.

Xander: You’re mine.

I don’t think so, buddy. I’d choose Henry if I was going to do that.

The ache in my stomach lowers. I can’t cope with the back and forth of the conversation and send a last message to Xander.

Ginger: Consider yourself blocked.

I’m poorer but feel better for blocking the weirdo.

I crawl onto the bed, one hand reaches out to the blankets, pulling them closer to my skin as I snuggle inside the fabrics. My other hand slides inside my damp leggings and between my thighs. My fingers slip along the slick that is building between my legs as I stare at the lacy lingerie and suddenly don’t feel like wearing the scratchy but beautiful fabric.

I groan when the app chimes again. This time the sound lets me know another user has signed up for tonight. At the same time, my cell pings just as a searing pain slashes across my stomach.

I wrap my arms around my stomach for a moment before I reach across to the bedside table and grab my cell. I open up my messages.

HenryLuvsBetas: Please don’t go to the heat hotel.

Me: Why?

HenryLuvsBetas: I don’t know.

I drop my cell on the bed as I stare around at the suddenly too big hotel room and only now do I feel alone. I roll over on the bed, holding my knees against my chest as tears prick my eyes.

Nothing makes this feel right. Not even the bright blue sky that rests on the top of the high-rise buildings as I gaze out of the window.

Everything feels so wrong.

Chapter 9

Lucas

She doesn’t reply to my message by the time the plane takes off, but I still check my phone constantly during the flight.

One hour into the flight, and I desperately want to send her another message, but with two and half hours left of the flight, I’m scared to know her heat is in full force and I can’t get to her.

I think I’m okay for now because I know Xander is waiting for her to open her OmegaFans page.

I keep glancing his way, waiting for a sign as I spin my cell in my hand and try to work out what else I can say to persuade her this is the right choice. But like she’s thinking about me too, my cell pings with a message from her.

Scarlett: I’m in so much pain.

I glance around the plane and walk to the back, just in case I need to help her somehow. The trouble is she can’t see me if I masturbate. I only have access to text messages unless she opens up her BetaFans account.

I don’t want her to do that. She has too many subscribers on that account, and I certainly don’t want her opening up her OmegaFans account.

Me: I think that’s how you know your heat is about to kick in. The pain eases on the first knotting.

Scarlett: I’m not being knotted.

I chuckle to myself. I’ve seen the alpha-omega porn and she might not realize it, but she is going to beg for a knot.

Not mine, though.

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