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I may not be an omega, but his pheromones weren’t making me sick. If I could maintain control, I could help him through his rut the same way Cas had helped Liam through his.

It wasn’t common for alphas to help each other, but it was possible.

Smoothing his hair back, I studied his mismatched gaze and decided it couldn’t hurt to ask.

“Would you like me to help you?”

CHAPTER 39

Frankie

Soren pressedhis face into my stomach, his hands gently holding on to my hips. “Don’t play games with me, Frankie. I’m holding on by a thread and we both know you’re not actually going to help me.”

My grip on his hair tightened and I yanked his head back, making Soren groan and dig his fingers into my flesh.

Such pretty noises. I couldn’t help but wonder what other sounds he’d make for me.

“I’m an alpha,” I reminded him again. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

He nuzzled against my stomach, lifting my shirt up to expose my bare skin. Then he licked just above the waistband of my leather pants with this blissed out look on his face. “I just wantyou. I don’t care about anything else.”

I didn’t understand how he could be like this with another alpha.

Obviously I knew it happened. I knew there were alphas who ended up with other alphas, but technically I wasn’t an alpha.

I didn’t know what it meant for Soren to feel this way about me, but I did know he wasn’t making me sick or trying to dominate me.

The pack doctor had checked my pheromone levels when she came to look at my ankle and they’d been a bit low but still well within the average range for a legacy alpha. My rut wasn’t going to start any time soon even though Soren had managed to get me off with nothing more than grinding me on his hard dick.

Helping him through this should be fine as long as I didn’t let him pin me down.

“You really want me?” I asked, needing to be sure.

Soren nodded and rubbed his cheek against my palm. Then he grabbed my wrist, licking the scent glands there like he just couldn’t get enough of whatever tiny bit of my pheromones he could smell.

“Alright.” I ran my fingers through his hair again, enjoying how soft it felt. “Then I’ll stay.”

He paused and looked up at me as if he couldn’t believe what he’d heard. “What did you say?”

“I said, I’ll stay.” I reached up with my other hand and slowly pulled one of my scent blockers off. “I’ll help you through your rut.”

I smiled slightly when Soren still looked like he couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to do something about this?” I pressed the toe of my boot against the massive bulge straining against his sweatpants.

My smile widened when he groaned and dropped his head against my stomach. “Are you sure about this, Frankie? Because I’m not going to be able to stop once we start.”

The fact that he was still resisting was impressive.

“I’m sure,” I told him as I unbuckled my harness and pressed down on the bulge once more. “So stop asking me.”

Soren didn’t have to be told twice.

He yanked open my leather pants with his bare hands and they ripped along the seams until they pooled around my ankles. I wanted to be mad, but I was more excited than anything.

I set my harness and gun on the nearby counter, watching as he scraped his teeth across the skin on my stomach.

Then he buried his face between my legs.

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