Page 40 of Brandy Snap: Part One

Because I was a beta. I’d kept saying it to them, but every time I did, my body would prove me wrong. It wasn’t impossible to present late, but it had been seven years since I’d forced myself to accept that I was a beta, and I couldn’t just adjust to the change in a day.

My hips jerked and my pussy clenched around my fingers as an orgasm flared through me. My head dug against the seat as I cried out in pain, pleasure, and heartbreak.

My slick dripped down my pussy, into the crease of my ass, and onto the car seat, but it was minor compared to everything else.

I sat there, panting, gasping, trembling as my mind fought to catch up to my reality. But it wasn’t working.

A weak sob fell from my lips. The pleasure didn’t mean anything when it wasn’t with them.

As long as I could drive safely, that’s what mattered. I needed to get it together.

My pussy still complained that I hadn’t had a knot. As I pulled my fingers out, I instantly grew needy again.

But the rejection would have hurt even more if they had knotted me.

I wiped my fingers on my dress, tucking the business card into my front pocket, and lowered my legs to put my feet back to the pedals.

The orgasm cleared the haze somewhat, but it wasn’t enough to stop the need pounding through me. I had to get home. I just needed to make it back to my flat. Get through the front door and run to the bedroom where my purple vibrator was waiting for me. Then I could spend the rest of the night listening to Amanda being fucked by her rogue alphas, and wishing it was me.

Sin

Westillhadtwodays left of Kai’s heat, and we were not faring well.

Caspian was furious, Kai even more so. I was doing my best to balance the situation, but they were temperamental enough on a good day.

With an incomplete bond on one side and a rejected scent match on the other, the chances of an enjoyable week at the Spa had utterly vanished.

But it didn’t matter how much Kai hissed and whined and cursed Melanie ever since she left so suddenly. It was entirely his fault.

I refused to sugarcoat it for him. He chose to treat Melanie that way, and his desperation for her was the result. Being bonded so tightly to Kai also meant that his need transferred to Caspian and I.

I believed her rejection was final. The pain of the break still rang clear inside me, but the scent match refused to sever because of the bite. And there was nothing to be done about it unless we waited for the bite to fade. Which I didn’t want.

I had to wait until my mates exhausted themselves with their own rage-fuelled sex before I could slip out of the heat suite undetected.

If we had been more tactful before Melanie left, maybe we would still be making love. She would have stayed wrapped in our arms as my mates mellowed out. We might have even talked about taking her home.

Though I knew these were simply fantasies. And a lot less plausible than tip-toeing down a flight of stairs like a criminal on the hunt for my—forour—omega.

We could use Caspian's connections to find her, if not for the fact he was completely against it. All my closest sources that could dig up more information on her were tied to our mothers, and I couldn't afford to alert them to her presence. At least for now.

Just the fact that Melanie was going through what could be her first heat without us was abhorrent. But I was sick enough to hope she had chosen to suffer alone rather than entertaining the possibility that she had found another pack to sate her.

It was well known that if an alpha and omega were apart, it could cause a fracture in the bond that would lead to madness. I had no clue if this also applied to omega bites, but, considering how Kai had behaved since she left, it would not surprise me if it was the same.

Stepping into a formal hallway, I snuck through corridors lined with deep blue carpets, cream walls and intricate gold frame paintings. But the mock-Georgian decor couldn’t hide that every room behind the numbered dark wood doors were used for intense bouts of fucking. Even if I couldn’t hear a thing, I could sense the auras of other alphas in rut as I made my way to the reception desk.

It was exactly why every employee I had met at the Spa had been a beta. And why each guest of the Spa had to be accompanied by a trained beta attendant when they moved through the building.

I already had plans for how we could apologise to Melanie. Gifts and promises and touches that spoke of my need for her.

But none of it could happen if she had disappeared from our lives forever.

I descended into the plush reception, and two suited betas behind the desk widened their eyes as they registered I had arrived sans attendant.

I could tell that professionalism was still their priority, as they were instantly prepared to handle me.

I was fully ready to use the Risler name to gather information. I didn’t care how underhanded I had to be.

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