Page 30 of Faith and Fury

The door bursts open, three alphas storming in. I can feel myself panicking, checking their faces for Fang.

“Hey. Hey, omega,” the one with the deep voice approaches first, slowly. “I’m just … going to sit … right here.” He perches on the edge of the bed. “You’re not alone.”

Caleb, I finally identify. The others—Jaxon, Micah—hover behind him, looking pained.

Fang, I sign. Need him.

Caleb frowns. “I’m sorry, I don’t—”

“That’s the sign for ‘Fang’,” Micah puts in hoarsely. “I … don’t know the rest.”

Jaxon runs a hand through is hair. “Fuck.”

Suddenly remembering, I shakily add, Sick. Sorry.

“Get a bucket,” Caleb says over his shoulder, so I guess he understood me. “And some water.”

Someone darts out of the room. For some reason I feel my inner omega crying out, begging them to come back. It’s hard enough being without Fang. I can’t … can’t lose anyone else.

I curl into a ball, wheezing through yet another cramp. My pussy clenches so intensely I’m convinced the rest of my body will shatter into pieces.

“Caleb,” Jaxon strains to get out, “fuck, I … can smell her. She smells so fucking—”

A short growl silences him.

But the damage is done. Jaxon’s scent floods my senses, making my inner omega almost feral with need. He’s so hot. So sweet. I’m sure, if he knotted me, everything would be okay again.

Caleb says, “I know. But you have to control yourself.”

“She needs us!”

Another, sharper growl. “That is not your call.”

Finally, I hear footsteps, and crack my eyes open to see Micah crouching down before me. He hastily wipes up the floor, putting a bucket there instead, and deposits a glass of water on my bedside. Before he can run away again, I lash out, grabbing his wrist.

Micah’s amber eyes widen. “Faith?”

Stay, I sign, desperately. Don’t go.

I watch him scrutinize each gesture, trying to figure it out, only to shake his head in despair. “I’m sorry, angel, I–I can’t understand you.” He looks up. “Jaxon, can you grab the notepad?”

The very thought of writing something right now, especially as the next cramp makes my ears ring, is horrifying. But I power through, using whatever is left of my strength to grab the pen.

FANG.

All three faces fall. Jaxon growls under his breath.

“We’ll find him,” Caleb vows, “just not tonight.”

My eyes water. HURTS.

“Oh, god,” Micah murmurs.

“Let us help you,” Caleb urges. “I know it’s difficult to think clearly right now, but we won’t—can’t—do anything without your consent. So.” He takes a breath. “We can either take you to a hospital, where they’ll put you on an IV and try to keep you comfortable. Or …” He glances between his packmates, his voice darkening. “We can take care of you. Here, in the den.”

My inner omega squeals—Yes! Please, fuck, yes!

Heat or no heat, the hospital is the last place I want to be. But do I really want these alphas I barely know to put their hands on me?

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