Page 31 of The Omega Trials: Part One

“I bet it feels fucking fantastic knowing you have to use your growl to get me to fuck you.”

My hand hovers over the lock as a dry laugh escapes me. “Oh, baby.” I tut, slowly turning around. “I only growled once.” Her mouth falls open.

She seems frozen as I step up to her. “Everything after that was just you desperate to be a . . . how did you put it?” I mockingly muse and gently tuck a lock of silver hair behind her ear. “Awetholefor some alpha cock.”

1. Play “JEKYLL & HIDE – White Panda Remix” by Bishop Briggs, White Panda

Making Friends

Bishop

Driving back to the Estate is the most awkward car ride of my life.

Thanks to Ecker’s fucking game at the table, I had to storm out or risk rutting Sinclair on the diner floor and killing anyone who tried to stop me. Self control is never something I’ve lacked. I’m disciplined, resilient, and patient. Or Iwas.

Experiencing my first full rut makes me understand Ecker’s and Titus’s hotheadedness and impulsivity a little better. Or at least kind of understand, because something tells me the rut she invokes isn’t like anything they’re used to either.

I don’t think any of us have experienced anything quite like her before.

I need to figure out my shit and soon. I can’t keep avoiding her, and Ican’tbe the monster she turns me into.

It certainly didn’t help when ten minutes after Ecker joined me in the car, she bursts into the back seat, slamming the door behind her and smelling like hot, torrid sex. It’s different from her usual scent.Dirtier.

And fuck, does it make my blood burn with jealousy and desire.

Her eyes are icy blue and full of malice, not a hint of gold or heat. Which is probably the only reason I’m able to keep it together in such close quarters.

Ecker groans, tilts his head back on the seat, and inhales deeply. He rolls his cheek onto the upholstery to look at her. She’s in the farthest corner of the town car, arms and legs tightly crossed.

She meets his heavy stare. His voice is strained and coarse. “Where are your goddamn panties?” I’m not surprised he can smell the difference, but she seems to be.

Scrunching her face, she balks. “Excuse me?”

“I can smell him dripping out of you,” he drawls in reply, eyes growing hooded.

She huffs, uncrossing and crossing her knees. “Yeah, well, take that up with Tiddles.”

The back door swings open again. Bright light streams in, making us all squint, until a hulking figure blocks the sun.

“Speak of the devil,” Ecker teases.

“Shut up.” Titus grunts, unamused, falling into the closest seat.

The return drive is silent except for Ecker’s attempts at jokes or random statements to instigate conversation. No one says a word back the entire time.

I’m too busy trying to tamp the desire to rip out my brother’s throat because he’s covered in her scent. A scent that turns my thoughts into an endless loop.Mine. Mine. Mine.

The car crawls over the Estate’s long driveway at an excruciatingly slow pace. I’ve been breathing through my mouth for the last five minutes and am tempted to jump out of the moving vehicle.

Jump is more a figure of speech. We are moving so goddamn slowly over the gravel that I could probably cartwheel safely out of here.

I’m not the only one anxious to get out. Titus’s hand has been gripping the door handle in anticipation since we entered the gates. The driver hasn’t even fully put the car in park before he flings the door open and bolts out.

A lusty Ecker and irate Sinclair file out next until I’m alone, grinding my teeth and thanking God I survived. Before leaving, I snatch a styrofoam take-out container left behind on the back seat.

I exit the car, gratefully inhaling fresh air, and pop the lid. There’s a small fluttering in my stomach when I see it’s Sinclair’s untouched chicken tenders. I don’t know if the fluttering is the result of excitement or nerves. Maybe it’s just the thought of her.

Clutching the food, I slowly make my way to our wing of the Estate. I’m in no rush. I know giving myself time to cool down is what I need most. By the time I reach it, the heavy thrumming in my chest is a light gallop and I’m back in control of my senses, my mind settled.

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