Page 30 of Wanted Beta

Nightmarishly vivid, all-senses-engaged dreams.

Haunting visions where I can’t feel my mates’ emotions.

Where everything feels deadened inside me.

My perfume is gone, and my slick doesn’t come in.

The worst part is my mates tell me I’m not theirs.

They don’t recognize me.

Because I’m not me.

Not anymore.

I’m a Beta.

By the time I realize that’s what’s wrong, I always wake up, and every single time, I’m breathing fast, my heart is racing, and sweat is dripping off my body.

The scent of my perfume when I wake, faded though it’s been, helps to calm my shaken nerves, but the fear I feel in that moment before I wake up is so real I can still taste it when I awaken.

I get shivery just thinking about that horror show of a dream.

Even though I know my Alphas would love me no matter what, the thought of losing what makes me, well, me, is enough to freak me out.

I like that I can tell what my mates are feeling.

I love that my touch can calm them when they need it.

And, of course, there’s also all of the incredible physical intimacy that goes hand in hand with being an Omega.

My slick makes me ready for my Alphas’ knots, and my body is uniquely capable of taking one or two of those thick, expansive shafts until my mates have satisfied me deeply enough that I’m ready to pass out with contentment.

My perfume tempts them even when they shouldn’t be thinking about how tightly I could be clenching their perfectly swollen cocks.

I wouldn’t want to lose any of that.

It’s too depressing to think about.

Unfortunately, there’s not much else to keep me occupied right now.

My brain might melt if I read back through the menu again.

I could probably recite it all backwards in my sleep already.

I really hope that doesn’t get added to my nightmares.

They’re already bad enough.

Shuddering, I straighten up.

I can hear Enzo coming my way.

I was sure I heard him going back into the kitchen when Gio left.

Didn’t notice the door creaking again, but here he is now.

“How’s the view?” Enzo asks, stopping at my side.