Page 64 of Small Town Shy Omega
One afternoon, I was baking sherbet cookies in the kitchen. My heat was ratcheting up, and I sensed it was nearly upon me.
I mixed the sherbet with the cookie batter, tossing in some strawberry-flavored chocolate chips. I formed the cookies and put them in the oven.
Then, it happened…
I scented while all three of my Alphas were in the kitchen. I bent over to retrieve the cookies after the over timer dinged.
Scent shot out of me, exploding in a jet line straight to my Alphas. A blast of candy pink raspberry glitter mist knocked the hat Dreydon was wearing off.
“Oh,” I murmured, embarrassed. Fuck, did my pussy really just do that?
Thick pink mist filled the enclosed space. Though I turned the vent fan on, it wouldn’t fumigate my scent cloud.
I turned around…
Josh, Dreydon, and Blake sat at the table. All three Alphas were all purring.
Oh my…
Normally, my books got me through my heats. Now, that wouldn’t work. Not when I had three, highly attractive and capable Alphas ready to take care of my needs.
I ate some sherbet cookies and tried to make up my mind.
My pussy was wet,I realized one day. I was in the shower, andohhh—slick just spurted out, coating the tiles. “Fuck,” I cursed, a gurgle escaping me as embarrassment and heat flooded me. I hadn’t produced slick in… Well, three cycles ago was the last time.
Fingering my pussy, I whined painfully when I realized it wasn’t enough. It just… wasn’t enough.
I had to decide. Had to act, make up my mindfastwhether I wanted my Alphas to do something so intimate with me as relieve my heat.
Did I really want this?I debated with myself, because my heat so nearly upon me. If I went through with this, I knew remaining single forever was impossible. Looking up at Blake, I bit back a blush. I… would probably bite him in my heat, or he’d bite me.
How Blake hadn’t bitten me yet, I didn't know. I wasn’t yet in the throngs of my heat—and when that occurred, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.
My mind went over the consent agreement we signed at the beginning of our courtship… I didn't care about it. If they impregnated me, I wanted to be pregnant. Fuck it.
Ever just say fuck it and pop out a kid? Yeah, that’s where I was… I wanted my pack to father it.
Maybe I’d have twins. Maybe I’d be fucking Octomom.
My lips parted, and I spent hours debating with myself. Days, even. I had no idea how much time passed, except that the May blossom fest was right around the corner. I knew my heat would arrive right before the festival. I tracked my cycles.
I pushed out a breath, nervously running my fingers through my hair. “Grandpa,” I muttered, sipping some hot raspberry tea to calm myself, “if you were here to give me advice, what would you?”
I pictured my grandfather sitting across from me. Staring into my eyes.Layla, he said in my mind, about to read meHeidi,your heart is telling you to be with your pack, and quit being alone. You can’t handle your heats on your own anymore. You’re too powerful, and I know… Because your grandmother was the same. She was the exact same, baby. I called her the Slick Queen.
Alone. All my life, especially after my parents died, I was alone. My stepparents didn't care for me, and Jasmine? She treated me like trash.
I was alone, but in the arms of my pack… I was Layla.
I was seen, listened to, and appreciated.
My presence was valued, and they didn't care if I opened up emotionally.
They praised my feelings, damnit—said I was brave for sharing them, which I was.
Around my pack, I felt like a queen.
A goddamn queen, and their affection was my crown.
