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I scoffed. As if he could fucking talk.
Please. Pick up.
Byron, I need help.
I stared at the last text, my stomach churning.Byron, I need help.
My instincts roared to life.Your mate needs you.
‘Fuck off,’ I muttered at them.
My phone vibrated again.Tristan Grace calling.
I answered before I could regret it. ‘What the fuck do you want, Grace?’
‘You picked up.’
He sounded surprised. I pushed down the sudden wave of longing that came with hearing his voice. ‘Yeah, well, calls in the early hours of the morning don’t tend to be light conversations, do they?’
‘No,’ he agreed awkwardly.
Fuck, it was so agonising. I may have been a complete tool, but he’d been just as bad.What a fucking pair we are. I was right when I told Pravin that my scent match was probably an asshole. I just left out the fact that I was one, too.
‘What do you mean byneed help, Grace?’
He was silent for a moment. ‘Sebastian is in heat.’
I sat up straight. ‘In preheat? Fuck. What does he need? I can drive –’
‘No,’ Tristan interrupted. ‘He’s in full heat. He has been for four days now.’
‘Fourdays?’ I repeated, incredulous. ‘That isn’t …Fullheat? Are yousure?’
‘He’s not coming out of it.’ For the first time, I heard the desperation in Tristan’s voice. ‘He’s still deep in the haze. And I – and we –’ He inhaled sharply. ‘We need help.’
If I wasn’t already sitting down, my knees would have given way.Still in the heat haze?Heats generally lasted no more than a couple of days: one for preheat, two for the haze, and a couple of quiet days after for recovery.
We need help.
It wasn’t just Tristan – it was Rose, too.
‘To be clear,’ I said slowly, ‘what do you need from me?’
‘I can’t –’ His voice caught. ‘I can’t keep doing this on my own. Rose is amazing, but he needs knots, and I –’
‘Grace,’ I interrupted, incredulous. ‘Are you asking me to come andfuck your omega?’
‘I’m askingmy scent matchto come and take awayhis omega’spain,’ Tristan retorted sharply. ‘I’m askingmy matetodo his fucking duty to his packandhelp his omegathrough his first heat.’
Well, shit.
We were both silent after that.
‘I don’t think I’ve forgiven you yet,’ I said at last.
‘This isn’t about us, Griffiths,’ Tristan answered. He sounded tired, as if he’d used up all his fight in his last retort. ‘It’s about Sebastian.’ He cleared his throat; he almost sounded close to tears. ‘Either you’re the alpha I think you are, and you’ll help, or you’re not, and you’ll turn your back on an omega in pain. It’s up to you. I’ll leave our door unlocked for an hour.’
He ended the call.
