Page 48 of Wild Omega

Blaine sat up and pulled his knees to his chest. He couldn’t fucking fight this. His heat was coming. The tea hadn’t worked. Blaine didn’t understand it. It normally worked. Why not now?

“I might be going into heat soon. We haven’t spoken about that.”

“Fuck,” Wayden groaned. “When?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“What I said. I don’t know. I haven’t gone into heat in years,” Blaine said, with a shrug. He would have laughed at the stunned look on Wayden’s face, but nothing about this was funny. “You look like you’re about to burst at the seams. You can ask me whatever you want. And no. It’s not a medical condition.”

“Then what is it? I’ve never heard of an omega not going into heat before. It’s not normal.”

Blaine bristled, Wayden’s words rubbing him the wrong way. “Not normal? So going mindless from lust every fucking month is normal.”

“Yes.”

Blaine rolled his eyes. “Of course, you’ll say that alphas have more control in everything.”

“Are you going to go political on me, or are we going to figure this out? I think we have more pressing issues than who’s in control of our damn planet,” Wayden said diplomatically.

Couldn’t Wayden speak in another tone? He was irritating him. Blaine glowered at him.

“Okay,” Blaine said, even though he wanted to say something scathing. But they needed to figure it out. They hadn’t spoken about their heats because Blaine hadn’t had to worry about it. Now, that they had to share a room and a bed… he kind of didn't have a choice.

“I wasn’t planning to go into heat. That’s why I decided to work with you.” Wayden scoffed. “Shut up.”

“Blaine…” Wayden warned, his voice rumbling around him.

“You’re making it hard for me not to challenge you when you act like a cub,” Blaine countered. Wayden scooted close and hovered over him. Blaine swallowed, heat filling his chest.

“You’ve never had an alpha pay you back, have you?” Wayden pushed closer. Blaine lifted his hands to ward him away.

“They wouldn’t have a right to because they were never fully my alphas. Like you. I don’t know why you’re getting all upset when I don’t have to submit to you. You’re not my alpha.”

“I’m still an alpha.” Wayden closed the distance between Blaine’s hands and his chest. Warmth seeped into Blaine’s palms, causing his fingers to tingle the second he touched Wayden. Even though there was material between Blaine’s fingers and Wayden’s skin, Blaine felt like he was touching him – touching his skin. It was so hot. Blaine licked the roof of his mouth.

“You’re not my alpha. Move,” Blaine said, shoving him. Wayden didn’t budge. He was like a hard wall of muscles and heat. Wayden felt bigger this close, caging Blaine in. And for the life of him, Blaine liked it. He liked that Wayden was overwhelmingly bigger than him. That the alpha’s scent was thicker in the room, and Blaine didn’t have to breathe hard to take it into his lungs.

"I know what you want,” Wayden rumbled, his voice vibrating through him.

Fuck. The heat in Blaine’s chest slid lower to pool in his groin.

“What do I want?”

“You want me to share your heat.”

“I… that’s not…” Blaine stammered lost for words. He was never lost for words, especially in front of an alpha.

Fuck, dammit. He hated Professor Douche for making him feel this way. “What about your heat? What are you going to do? We have to share this room. It’s not like you or I can leave to give the other privacy. The other room is too cold, and the pack doesn’t have a room to spare.”

Wayden gave him a look that confused Blaine for a second.

“What?”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, there are single omegas in the pack. I don’t think they would reject me if I asked one of them to share my heat. So don’t worry about my heat. I’m covered,” Wayden said.

Blaine growled. The sound filled the room, echoing around them.

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