Page 11 of Happy Halloween, Omega
I repeat my question, frustrated at the whining tone in my voice. My hands curl into fists at my sides.
He takes another step, coming closer, and I can feel his presence like a magnet, pulling me towards him. I force myself to take another step back, my breath coming in short gasps.
He tilts his head to the side, and I imagine those dark eyes boring into mine. I just know a seductive smirk is sliding across his features. “You look incredible, Kitten.”
I don’t know where to look, so I settle on where I imagine his eyes are. His scent is all around me, filling my nostrils and invading my senses. It’s intoxicating.
“Tell me.” He speaks with a firm authority that demands full attention. “Am I still the only one that knows your secret?”
My body is responding to him, my heart pounding and my skin tingling. I can feel the pull of the strange connection between us, drawing us together. He’s the only one that makes me feel this way.
I nod, my mind racing.
He grunts and folds his arms over his broad chest as if to stop his twitching fingers from reaching for me. “Are you sure? It’s only a matter of time before someone discovers the truth. You don’t smell like a Beta anymore, and you certainly don’t look like one either.”
I swallow hard, my eyes darting to the gun holstered at his hip. Why does he have a weapon? I don’t think he wants to harm me, but my self-preservation skills are notoriously faulty. Flashes ofthatnight intrusively pierce into my mind, and I shake my head as if I can dislodge the memories of blood and pain and betrayal.
“It’s none of your business,” I say, trying desperately to drag up the anger I felt after discovering he’d invaded my nest. I come up with nothing, just a mild frustration that he’d disappeared for months afterwards. I’ve missed his firm presence following me.
“Oh, Kitten. That’s where you’re wrong.”
He steps into my personal space, and this time I stay put. A rumbling sound echoes from his broad chest, a satisfied purr that has my eyes fluttering closed in delight.
“Your body is preparing forme.“ He leans forward, and I can feel his breath fanning across my face, but he doesn’t uncross his arms. “Everything about you is my business. Your scent is blossoming forme; it’s calling out for your mate. Your curves are softening, widening to take the full power of an Alpha in rut. Do you feel how your body responds to your mate?”
I inhale sharply, my eyes flying open, and my feet crunch in the leaves as I take a step back.
“I’m not your mate,” I say, but the words sound hollow even to my own ears. I’m shaking, my legs like jelly. “I don’t even know you.”
He laughs, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through my body.
“Then why is your pussy dripping with slick?”
My cheeks burn. He’s right. From the moment he appeared, my body flared to life. My thighs are clenched together, trying to stem the flow of slick. He hasn’t so much as touched me and I’m vibrating with need.
“You disappeared!” I blurt out in accusation, desperate to shift the focus from my treacherous body.
“You’ve missed me,” he states, and in the shadow of his hood, a flash of teeth appears as he smirk with predatory pride.
“But you’re wrong. I never left. I’m always watching, Kitten. I know where you are every second of the day.”
A full body shudder wracks my body that has nothing to do with the howling wind making leaves around us swirl dramatically.
My loneliness has never been so apparent as I preen, knowing I haven’t been as alone as I thought.
I frown, reminding myself that this isn’t normal behavior. Alphas and Omegas that attend The Omega Academy have strict courtship processes that prevent mating pairs from descending into a primitive cat-and-mouse game. It’s the reason the establishment was created in the first place, to protect vulnerable Omegas from being hunted like prey.
I shake my head at him.
“You can’t do that. It’s illegal. You have no right to invade my privacy.”
He laughs again, a dark sound that sends shivers down my spine.
“Oh, Kitten. I have every right. The law is on my side, I should know.” He pauses, and I feel a tingle as his eyes rove over my face. “You really don’t know who I am, do you?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “No shit. You’ve worn a mask every other time we’ve met.”
He hums and tilts his head like he’s thinking.
