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CHAPTER 19

OLIVE

I’m sohorny I’m going to fucking die.

And it’s not the time or place for this.

As soon as the elevatordings, I limp to my bedroom, locking the door behind me.

I strip my clothes off and step into the shower for the second time today, washing any evidence of my arousal off my body.

This isridiculous.

But as I wrap myself in the plush towel and finish brushing my teeth, a fresh wave of arousal hits me.

There’s three Alphas in this house.

Any of them could take me.

Stop!

Frantically, I yank open the closet doors and pull out the plush blankets they gifted me. I throw them on the bed haphazardly, then drop my towel and dive-bomb onto the bed like a lunatic.

I roll around on the blankets like a fucking cat, my cunt clenching and desperate for release.

I fluff them up, creating a nest for myself, then stretch and moan as the fabric dances across my skin.

Oh, no.

This is very, very bad.

Bucking my hips into the air, desperate for touch, I whine as slick flows out of me, staining the blankets.

Suppressants. I need an extra dose of suppressants.

I crawl over to the nightstand and twist open the bottle, popping another one into my mouth. After I swallow it, I look at the label on the bottle.

They’re the maximum dosage.

“Fuck,” I hiss, fighting to keep my arousal in check.

What if they hear me?

Can theysmellme?

My last Heat was six months ago. Usually, they’re mild, and resting in bed with a vibrator and silicone knot for a day or two usually does the trick.

But this time, the only knots within reach belong to Killian, Dylan, and Brock.

STOP!

I can’t think about their knots.

But as I wrap myself back in the blankets, fluffing the pillows and crowding them around me, I can’t get comfortable.

I need more blankets. More fabrics. I want to burrow underallof them until I’m anchored down by a massive pile.

There’s got to be more around here.

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