Page 182 of Captive Omega

“What happens when it overwhelms me?”

You’re in a room with a bed and an alpha. What do you think will happen, Resa?

The same thing that will always happen when an omega goes into heat in close proximity to an alpha. Biology will happen. That’s what. Whether the omega wants it or not.

Garrison doesn’t so much as blink or breathe, but I’m out of the bed, tucked in the corner of the room. Not out the door. It’s closer to him than it is to me. I’m breathing so hard and fast I can barely hear myself think.

I’ve started sweating. Is the room getting hotter or is it just in my head?

Not the room, Resa. You. Your body is cooking because of heat.

I look around for a weapon I don’t have and haven’t had for several days now. I got in the habit of leaving my knife beside the bed, and this is what happens. Garrison is the boss. As if he won’t see an eye gouge or kidney punch coming.

I hold my breath, curl my fingers into claws as Garrison straightens.

But he doesn’t look my way as he crosses over to the head of the bed and sits down, hands folded in his lap, as he stares straight ahead.

My eyes dart to the closed door. He probably already locked it. I’m summoning the courage to make a dash for it anyway when I realize he’s speaking.

“Ever Safe is full. There are no available heat suites.” He darts a rapid glance my way. “If it wasn’t, I would have taken you there and you could ride out your heat in safety.”

I stare at his profile, struggling to believe he means it as the temperature rises and the scent of my pheromones starts to dominate the room.

He angles his head slightly toward me. But he doesn’t meet my eye, as if he suspects how close I am to bolting. “We could find another free?—”

“No!” Panic lances me. The thought, the very idea of stepping foot into another free heat clinic after what happened to me in the last is terror inducing. “I would rather die.”

I will never feel safe in another heat clinic again. Not for as long as I live.

Still not meeting my gaze, he nods. “I understand.”

Now it isn’t just my scent filling the room. It’s his. Cedar, wood-smoke, and leather. So potent and addictive, I slide down the wall, wrap my arms around my shaking legs and soon learn breathing through my mouth doesn’t help.

I still smell him. And I still want him.

My skin burns and sweat dribbles down the back of my neck as need grows between my thighs.

“I won’t hurt you.”

I stare at him. “You’re going to knot me. And you’re going to bite me.”

I’m his scent match. How could he hold himself back from giving me a claiming bite? And once he’d bitten me, he could give me an order and I would follow it. I’d crawl around on my hands and knees, naked, if he ordered me to.

I couldn’t say no and I couldn’t fight back.

Powerless. I’d be utterly powerless.

I want to lock myself in the bathroom. But what would that achieve? It wouldn’t take long for me to unlock the door and start begging an alpha—any alpha—for his knot.

“I won’t bite you, Resa.” His voice is quiet.

“You can’t make that promise.” I glance at the closed door, wishing I—no, wishing he—was on the other side of it. “Is Blaine out there waiting to?—”

“No. He’s at Frost’s house.”

He stuns me into silence for a split second. “What?”

Garrison shudders and his nostrils flare. He’s dragging in my scent as deeply as I’m inhaling his. How long will he sit there before his instincts force him to take me? How long before I crawl right over there and beg?

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