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The heated skin.

“We need to go,” I insist.

“I told you I’m fine. Go earn your donations.”

“No, Izzy,” I say and lean into them. “She’s going into a heat.”

Chapter Fourteen

Izzy

I’m on suppressants.

The phrase repeats in my head again and again.

I took the pill this morning.

A heat is an impossibility.

Signs always manifest and multiply when my heats come on.

I’ll be extra moody. Extra warm. Extra needy.

Extra self-conscious.

It starts in small ways and grows until the discomfort converts to pain.

Sometimes, it’s unbearable and I can’t bring myself to willfully reject it. I skip a dose and submit to the urges my status demands.

Most of the time, though, it’s a hair trigger that builds over time until it finally snaps.

Have I been uncomfortable lately? Sometimes.

Cramping comes and goes.

The only reason I’m even entertaining that this could be a heat is that the guys are inescapable.

I’m surrounded by Vin, Trick, and Mason at all times. When they aren’t physically with me, their scents live in my mind and their actions buzz in my bones. The barrage of temptation batters at my defenses and challenges logic to a death match.

It makes it all the more awkward that we’re standing in Trick’s bedroom. I’ve only ever come in here to clean. The place is foreign territory.

We argued the whole way home over whether I’m having a heat at all, and then where to have what is totally not a heat.

We are not using my room. It’s too close to the nest.

Trick’s bedroom is the largest of the guys’ spaces. The motif is all hardwoods in dark stains. It’s moody and a little rigid for my taste.

“I’m not going into a heat,” I say again.

The three of them stand stiffly around me, still in their suit slacks and button-downs and with the suit jackets jettisoned downstairs.

So handsome in their crisp shirts and very well-tailored pants.

My muscles tense and a spike of cold lust washes over me.

“The signs are there, Izzy,” Trick replies. “Escalated emotions, temperature acceleration, and a spike in... desire. I’ve been through enough to know.”

“Don’t talk about other omegas,” Vin chides.

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