Page 11 of Mating Mia
Another cramp hits me, this one accompanied by a rush of heat that floods my skin, making me dizzy. My inner thighs suddenly feel slick, and a familiar scent—my scent—fills the small cell, honey-sweet but amplified a hundred times over.
No. No. No.
It can’t be. It’s impossible.
“She’s in heat,” one of the guards says, his voice rough with sudden interest. “Fuck, she smells good.”
“Impossible,” Orion says. “She’s already pregnant.”
I stumble back against the wall, legs trembling as another wave of heat crashes through me. This can’t be happening. I’m already carrying my pack’s pup. I shouldn’t be going into heat. It doesn’t make sense.
“Leave her alone!” Liam’s voice echoes from the next cell, the chains rattling loudly as he struggles against his bonds. “Don’t touch her!”
The guards move closer to the bars, their eyes fixed on me with predatory intensity.
I can see the bulges growing in their pants, can smell their arousal mixing with mine in the confined space. One of them grips the bars, knuckles white, claws beginning to extend as his control slips.
“Alpha,” he growls to Orion, “let me have her. Just for a minute. She needs it. Look at her.”
I press myself into the corner, trying to make myself as small as possible, but there’s nowhere to hide from my own biology. My skin feels too tight, too hot. Every nerve ending screams for relief, for the touch of any alpha to quench this unexpected fire.
“What’s happening to me?” I gasp, sliding down the wall as my legs give out. “I’m already pregnant. This isn’t possible.”
“Stress can trigger unusual responses in omegas,” Orion says. “Perhaps your body thinks it’s in danger of losing the pup and is preparing to conceive again immediately.” A slow smile spreads across his face. “How fascinating.”
The guards are panting now, rutting against the bars like animals, eyes fixed on me with single-minded hunger to rut. Their erections strain against their uniform pants, visible evidence of what they want to do to me.
“Don’t let them in,” I moan, clutching my stomach while slick runs down my thighs.
“Tell me where my mate is,” Orion demands, crouching down to my level, “and I’ll have you moved to more comfortable quarters. I’ll keep these animals away from you.”
“I don’t know,” I sob, another wave of heat making me shudder violently. “I swear to God, I don’t know anything about her. If I knew, I would tell you. I’d be with her right now instead of here.”
Slick gushes between my thighs, soaking through my skirt. The scent drives the guards into a frenzy, their growls becoming more desperate, more threatening.
“You’re lying,” Orion says, though there’s doubt in his eyes now. “You must know something.”
“A human family adopted me,” I plead, tears streaming down my face. “I didn’t even know what an omega was until a few months ago. I didn’t know werewolves existed. Please, please believe me.”
Orion studies me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he stands, brushing off his pants as if touching me has somehow soiled him.
“What a disappointment,” he says softly. “I had such hopes for this reunion. But it seems you’re as useless as your father after all.”
“Please let me go!”
He turns to the guards, who are now snarling and drooling, eyes glowing with primal hunger.
“Have your fun,” he tells them. “But don’t kill her and don’t damage the pup. We may still find uses for both of them.”
“Don’t do this, please,” I beg as Orion walks towards the cell door to open it for them as he leaves.
“Maybe a knot or two will make you remember something,” he says, stepping out of the cell. He pauses, looking back at me with cold eyes. “Or perhaps not. Either way, the daughter of a traitor will be punished.”
The guards rush in the moment Orion moves aside, their hands already tearing at their belts, their faces twisted with lust and aggression.
I scramble backwards.
There’s nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.
