Page 21 of Omega for the Pack

This wasn’t me. Or maybe it was the real me without the pills.

“Is everything alright?” Tony asked, touching my arm. His touch sent electricity shooting through my body and between my legs. If only he knew the havoc his touch was having on my body.

On my other side, Wesley’s body heat was close to mine, which also had an effect. Grant’s gaze on me was intense. I was surrounded by all kinds of masculine energy right now.

More than I’ve ever had before in years. Scratch that…my life.

“Yes,” I lied. But my face was hot, and I was aching down there. I couldn’t explain it. The nearness of their bodies was making my hormones go haywire again. I wanted Grant to do what he did to me yesterday.

“I don’t think she’s okay,” observed Grant, staring at me from across the table. “She’s about to go into heat.”

I squirmed in my chair. His studying look was too invasive. Too intimate.

“I think so, too,” said Tony, also staring into my face.

“Have you been feeling weird lately?” asked Wesley.

“I’m okay,” I said so they wouldn’t keep staring at me. The waiter brought my chicken salad. Even though I ached, I was starving. I couldn’t remember the last time I ate. The chicken was so soft and delicious.

“Do you like Seattle?” asked Tony.

“I do,” I said. “I miss my family, but they pissed me off after not telling me what I was for my entire life. I never knew about being an omega or anything like that.”

I noticed a look pass between Tony and Grant. I shrugged and dug into the boiled egg in the salad. I was way too hungry to care about the ominous look.

“How would you feel if you never saw your home again?” asked Grant.

“What kind of question is that?” I asked, wondering if this was the official invite to their pack that Tony was talking about. “You guys are being weird.”

I sipped the cold lemonade, and it was so delicious. I sat back in my chair, full and satisfied. But definitely not satisfied down there. A feeling of emptiness permeated through my body, causing my hand to tremble around the cold glass.

“Just wondering,” said Tony.

“So what’s a bunch of werewolves doing on a cruise ship?” I asked. We were talking about werewolves like it was nothing at all. Maybe I was starting to believe it.

“Just doing security work,” said Wesley, panicked as he looked down at his uniform.

“I see,” I said.

Suddenly, my abdomen started to hurt, and I held my stomach in pain.

“You okay?” Tony asked yet again.

“I’ll be back,” I whispered, my teeth clenching in pain as I ran out of there. I quickly shoved my way through the people, making my way downstairs and into the tiny hallway. Each step hurt as I walked to my room at the end of the long hallway.

I stepped inside the room and shut the door.

I felt something seeping between my legs, so I ran to the bathroom. Breathing hard, I sat on the toilet, nothing coming out. I was extremely wet. My underwear had clear white fluid that I’d never seen before.

I left the bathroom and lay on my bed, clutching my stomach. I’ve never had a period, but I’ve heard about girls having themand how painful it was. But there was no blood. I felt my womb clenching and more moisture gathering below.

I felt like I was physically empty inside the more aroused I became. The feeling wasn’t pleasant at all.

I needed something inside me. To fill me up.

The pain grew more intense as I lay on the bed, holding my stomach. It felt like my body was squeezing in and spasming.

There was knocking on the door. Three firm knocks.

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