Page 157 of Psycho Beasts

I’d lived like that for years, and I promised myself I would rather die than do it again, because I knew there was only so much I could take before I shattered forever.

I punched the bed as my hips jerked, and I slammed my face harder into the pillow.

There was only one alpha I’d ever met that my omega wanted.

Only one scent that made me delirious with need, that I could imagine calling my own.

Sweet fucking cranberries.

I couldn’t go five seconds without thinking about her.

When she’d been spread on the bed beneath the alphas, nailed to the headboard with my knives, it had taken every ounce of self-control I possessed to not join them on the bed.

Sadie.

Fuck, she was perfect.

My hips jerked with need.

I’d flirted with Clarissa just to piss her off, even though the scent of lemons grated across my senses and my stomach churned with disgust.

It had been a big fucking mistake because Clarissa had recognized the signs of an omega going into heat and had become aggressive.

She had no clue that it was all for Sadie.

It had nothing to do with her.

I clawed at my dick, groaning as the sensitive skin burned hotter and as my touch did nothing to cool the overstimulated flesh.

Now, because I’d acted like a fool, Clarissa had made up some fucking lie, and Sadie had drifted further away from me.

Sadie had rejected me.

The only alpha I’d ever dreamed about calling my own, the only one I wanted to worship for my immortal life, had turned me down.

I hadn’t joined her and the alphas on the bed because I knew she was still mad at me. She’d known the alphas longer and had a different relationship with them.

I refused to make her uncomfortable.

I refused to hurt her because I was a mindless omega going into heat.

It was probably for the best; she had scoffed when I’d pinned her to the bathroom wall and slapped her soaking cunt.

She was an alpha, after all, and they always liked to be on top of an omega.

It wouldn’t have ever worked out between us.

The truth was agony.

I bit down on my pillow and screamed until my voice was hoarse as waves of fiery heat attacked my dick.

It didn’t matter; I wouldn’t survive this.

Everyone knew an omega’s body would stoke hotter until they’d found a suitable alpha to take during their heat. There was a reason omegas were treasured and protected by their pack.

If an omega didn’t have alphas to help them through the heat, they didn’t survive.

“Fuck.” My hips jerked harder, and the silk sheets did nothing to stop the inferno blazing across my delicate flesh.

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