Page 532 of Omega for the Pack

An alpha in rut.

My breathing started to escalate as panic rose within me. I got up from my chair and backed away from him as he stalked me to the kitchen.

“Sergio, please calm down,” I said, holding my hands up as tears poured down my cheeks.

He blinked, and his eyes widened as he looked at me.

“Serg!” shouted Ian, holding him back with his arms interlaced over his chest. Evan ran into the kitchen to help out.

But at that moment, Sergio roared and shifted into werewolf form right there in the kitchen as I screamed. Then he suddenly bounded out the front door, howling into the night.

Gasping and shuddering, I leaned back against the kitchen counter with a hand over my chest.

“I’m so sorry,” said Ian, breathing hard as he also looked out into the night, listening to Sergio’s howls. “He nearly lost it there, overcome with his rut. Your smell is intoxicating.”

“He needs to have better control over himself regardless of her smell,” said Evan, hugging me. I laid my head against his chest. I was scared half to death, thinking he would rut me by force.

I felt Evan’s chest rumbling and realized he was purring to calm me.

“Does that happen to you guys, too? Like the rut taking over?”

“What?” asked Evan.

“The rut thing,” I said, breathing hard. My inner omega wolf craved for Sergio to take me like that, but after what I’d been through, it was a lot to take in. I couldn’t handle something likethat right away, even if contraction-like bands squeezed my belly in mortal pain.

“No.”

“I have good control over it,” sighed Ian, closing the front door without locking it. “When a rut takes over an alpha, the only thing he could see in front of him is the omega in heat. Whatever she wants is his to fulfill. And if she needs a baby right away, he can smell it in her scent.”

I could feel Evan’s dick pressing against my stomach, and my pussy throbbed in response as Ian spoke.

“Oh,” I said. “I think I understand it better now. They need to teach more of this in schools.”

“If they do, then the alphas would lose control at the mention of an omega in heat,” said Ian, looking down. I followed his gaze and caught sight of his hard cock pressing against his pants.

My tears had dried, and all I could think about was getting knotted again. So I gripped Evan’s penis over his pants.

“I’m an omega in heat,” I sighed, nuzzling my nose against his chest. “And it sucks, and it’s wonderful at the same time.”

“Let’s get you back into the bed, shall we?” said Evan, lifting me in his arms as I squealed.

“Iwas supposed to knot her next,” said Ian and Evan smirked. My gaze turned dreamy as I stared at Evan’s face.Fuck, he was handsome as hell. Every toned line on his face made me horny and made me forget what had just happened with their pack leader.

Sergio

The sandof the beach rushed underneath me as I sprinted in the dark in wolf form.

I nearly lost control.I scared her.

Raising my face to the moon, I let out a long howl of despair and stopped running. After I was sure I had calmed down enough, I shifted back. Now walking on two legs naked, I walked around the beach, shocked at myself.

I never lost control like that. Not ever.

Her scent sent me into rut mode almost immediately during dinner tonight, and she had called me her daddy alpha earlier. But remembering her red face, trembling hands, and tears made my rut dissipate instantly. I wanted to kill the alphas who did that to her. It horrified me that I made her so scared of me. Seeing my car parked on the road, I opened the unlocked door and sat inside for a bit.

Opening the glove compartment, I pulled out a wrinkled brown piece of paper that I had held onto for years. Tears glazed over my eyes at the disappointment I felt in not finding my mother at the OBC. I had joined for no fucking reason, and at least the only good thing was that we helped hundreds of omegas not go into heat right away. The whole thing had started out with me discovering the letter in my foster mother’s room. I knew I was adopted, but I had no idea where I had come from until I confronted my foster parents.

I smoothed out the sheet of paper over my steering wheel, reading her beautiful handwriting one more time. As I read the letter, my eyes burned with tears that I couldn’t control. I had failed my birth mother in finding her and protecting her. It had been years, but I at least hoped to get a clue on where she was. I read the letter one more time before putting it away:

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