Page 50 of Bound to the Guard

When I raise my head, fever-bright eyes and flushed cheeks reflect back at me from the mirror.

Realization hits me like a punch to the gut. My Heat. It’s starting.

Memories of disgusted sneers from Alphas assault me.

Ugh, that stench! Keep that defective Omega away from me.

Gross, I’m not touching that. It reeks.

Their cruel words replay in my mind as I grip the sink, knuckles white. Rancid. Undesirable. A broken Omega.

Panic claws at me as I stumble to the bathroom door and close it, locking the handle. I can’t go back out there. Can’t go near Damien like this. The thought of seeing revulsion twist his handsome features… My eyes squeeze shut against hot tears.

I’d rather die than have him reject me, too.

A soft knock startles me.

“Seven?” Damien’s sleep-roughened voice calls from the other side, and the doorknob jiggles. “Are you all right?”

I swallow hard. “I’m f-fine. Go back to bed. I’ll…I’ll be out soon.”

Please leave me alone,I silently beg.Don’t make me see the moment you realize how repulsive I am.I can’t take being rejected by the man I’ve grown to trust, to love.

“Okay. If you’re sure…”

His footsteps retreat, and I exhale in relief.

But the momentary reprieve shatters as a searing wave of heat crashes over me. I double over, gasping. Slick trickles down my thighs, the cloying scent of my pheromones filling the small space.

Oh, no, it’s never been this intense before.

Frantic, I lurch toward the shower and twist the knob all the way to cold. Icy water cascades over me as I huddle under the spray, still clothed. Violent shivers wrack my frame, but it barely registers through the blistering fever consuming me.

I scrub at my skin, nails biting into flesh. Have to get rid of the stench. Can’t let him smell me like this. Broken whimpers spill from my lips, muffled by the downpour.

Please let it stop. Please don’t let him find me.

A sudden bang jolts through the room, and I flinch as the bathroom door slams open, nearly torn from its hinges. Through the glass shower wall, I see Damien standing in the doorway, chest heaving.

He spots me curled up on the tile, water pounding down. “Seven! What are you?—”

When he surges forward, yanking open the shower door, I throw out a hand to stop him.

“No! S-Stay back!” I recoil until my spine hits the wall. “D-Don’t…Please don’t come any closer!”

I can only imagine how I must appear, soaked in my pajamas and shaking, stinking of Heat and desperation. Utterly pitiful. I can’t bear to see the moment when disgust sets in, when he realizes what a worthless Omega I am.

“Just go,” I beg, ducking my head in shame. Anything to keep him from smelling the truth of what I am. “Please…leave me alone.”

He ignores my plea as he steps into the shower, uncaring about the frigid deluge soaking him in seconds. The water plasters his red-brown hair to his head, and hunger darkens his handsome features. “No. I’m not leaving my Omega to suffer his Heat alone.”

The fabric of his shirt rips as he yanks it over his head, discarding it onto the wet floor. His pants follow, revealing rock-hard abs and the same muscular legs I ground against earlier. His cock juts between his legs, harder than I’ve ever seen, with pre-cum glistening at the tip.

My vision zeroes in on the pulsing length, and my breath catches in my throat.

Damien fists his base, squeezing another bead of cum from his slit. “This is what you want, right, sweetheart?”

A needy whine escapes me, and I spread my knees open for him, my body knowing what it desires.

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