Me: You are. You’ll need it to get you through your heat. And your alpha will need it to help you through it.
Scarlett: That’s why everyone keeps telling me I need a pack. Because one alpha isn’t good enough.
I grip my cell as I stare at her message. She’s going to fuck a pack.
I shouldn’t be bothered, but I am.
My cell pings again.
Scarlett: Is one alpha enough? Would you be enough?
My brow furrows as I stare at her message. Am I enough?
How the fuck would I know?
I’ve never fucked an omega, only a beta. I’ve never knotted anyone.
Me: I have a roommate who can help.
I lock eyes with Stanton. It’s like the man is telepathic, like he knows I’m talking to her.
Me: But I promise I’ll be enough.
I hope.
What the hell are you doing, Lucas? Sex with her is one thing. Promising an omega you’ll get her through her heat is another.
Scarlett: I don’t know why I’m considering this. Or why I’m sending you this message when it would be easier to do this with a stranger? I know you are a stranger... but then you’re not.
My heart beats against my rib cage, knowing she is so close to agreeing.
Scarlett: Do you live in New York? You sound like you’re a New Yorker, although I understand it doesn’t mean that you live there.
I assume she is having another rethink. I don’t know what to tell her, but I must be silent for too long because she is already sending another message. The dots roll over my cell.
Then stop.
Then start again.
Scarlett: Sorry, forget it.
Me: Where are you?
I don’t ask about the deal she has on OmegaFans.
Scarlett: I’m in a hotel opposite the heat hotel on Fifth Avenue, Manhattan. My heat has kicked in and I’m staying here until I can’t any longer.
Me: I can do it.
I stare out of the plane window and see nothing but white clouds floating by. I realize I can’t get to her for a couple of hours, at least.
What if she chooses someone else?
My cell chimes again.
Scarlett: If you want to take me through this, you have to finish once you start. My friend’s heat took three days, and that was with a pack.
Oh fuck!