Page 8 of Monster's Obsession

Independence.

Freedom.

If I’d been a beta or an alpha, the gifts I’d received would have granted me both.

But I wasn’t. I was omega, and my cycle demanded the attentions of an alpha.

And there was only one I wanted.

A tear escaped, rolling down my cheek as I paced the same line I’d been following since waking. I hadn’t even bothered to wash or eat, the nervous energy rolling through me warning I was out of time. Every trip outside the sturdy wooden door put me at risk, every alpha in my vicinity taking notice.

Not ofme.

No, none cared for me or would choose me at any other time. They only noticed my pheromones, the flagrant display of my fertility that nature made impossible to hide.

A second tear slipped out to wet my opposite cheek as another cramp stole through me, the first hint of dampness coating my throbbing folds. My heat was coming, whether I was ready or not, and there was still no sign of my mystery alpha.

My eyes were drawn back to the window, the trees outside dancing in a stiff breeze. The sky was hidden behind clouds, the shadows beneath the leaves darker than usual for early morning. At any other time I’d have been grateful to not need to risk going out and being caught in a storm, but all I felt was fury at another barrier between me and what I wanted.

He was out there.

No matter the distance, the storm, or the cramps that kept stealing my breath, I knew he was beneath those tossing limbs.

Watching.

Waiting.

The pressure inside me built, bubbling over in a flurry of feet rushing to the door. I’d flung it open, sucking in a deep breath, the scent hitting me and turning my brain to mush.

Cinnamon.

Salty musk.

Virility.

Alpha.

Mouth hanging open, I stared at the step outside my door. Most would have said it was empty, but I knew what was there.

I could smell it.

The dimness outside hid what he’d left, but the light of the fire behind me revealed the silvery stripes of the alpha’s dried offering, the scent so thick and strong it was almost like he was there. The alpha had marked my doorway, staking his claim in the most primal way, and while a part of me thought it was barbaric and disgusting, the part in charge preened.

I’d almost dropped to my knees to rub the scent onto myself.

Slick rolled down my thighs in a gush that left me with the next vicious cramp. Hand braced on the wall, the other clutched my belly as I curled forward, gasping from the pain. It was unusual for my cycle to come on so fast, but it had jumped from a low burn to a roaring blaze in one breath.

The fire flickered, the wind gusting through the open door threatening to put it out if I continued to stand there, but my brain was too lost in the scent flooding my lungs to give my legs the order to move. My alpha had been here, long enough to spill himself on my doorstep, and yet he hadn’t remained to offer me his seed in the way I needed.

Rage poured through my veins, pushing aside the lust for a moment and allowing me to raise my gaze from silver steaks to eye the trees once again. The front of my home faced into the town, and it was harder to see the forest between the other houses. Somehow I knew he wasn’t in that direction.

Slamming my door with more force than necessary, I finally lurched into motion, stomping around the house. My feet kept right on going, bringing me closer to the trees with every step, anger burning through my chest to mingle with the lust warming my core.

If he wasn’t going to come to me, I was going to go to him.

I slipped into the darkness beneath the leaves, tipping my head back to draw in a deep breath. Senses heightened with my cycle and attuned to his scent thanks to what he’d left behind, I could taste him in the air, swirling around me with each gust that penetrated between the trunks.

Head turning, I followed my nose, stumbling through the undergrowth without a clear trail. I didn’t care, as long as it brought me to the alpha that had been teasing me for so long.

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