Page 41 of Their Perfect Omega

Her scent was coming from the stairwell, and my stomach clenched in an odd way. It wasn’t fear, but it wasn’t pleasant either.

I opened the door and nearly fell to my knees from her scent but quickly shut the door behind me before breathing in deeply. Since I emerged as an alpha, I’d only smelled an omega in heat once and there was no mistaking it.

Their scents were not only amplified but had something that was like a beacon. It was an instinct that made my cock immediately stiffen.

Adjusting myself in my pants, I ran down the stairs, pulling my phone out and fumbling to unlock it. I pulled up the group text between me, the guys, and Kara.

Me:Kara, where are you?

I got to the bottom of the stairwell and went back into the stadium, nearly running into an employee pushing an empty cart. Her scent was faint again, probably from it not being a confined space and the de-scenter that mixed with the air. Her scent was still there, though.

Me:Where the fuck are you? You’re in heat. I can smell it.

I wasn’t surprised Cal, Tate, and Alvaro weren’t responding yet. I’d only been gone for maybe two minutes tops.

Kara:I’m on your bus... Anya found me.

A growl left me, causing a few workers to look in my direction. Jonathan knew. No wonder the fucker had been acting weird. Why would he keep this from us? Betas weren’t affected by an omega’s heat in the same way as we were.

“It’s Payne! Payne! Hi!” One of the women dropped the box she was moving and headed for me. Now was not the time for fan interactions.

I ran toward the exit sign, which was right past the women, ignoring a few other shocked and excited cries from employees as I burst out into the night.

Her scent was completely gone now, thank fuck. The last thing we needed was for other alphas to smell her and try to take her from us.

I ran for the bus, my energy suddenly restored and my mind on one thing: get to my omega.

Anya was outside with Gizmo, blocking the door as I rounded the front of the bus. She was texting away on her phone and looked up as I skidded to a stop across the pavement.

“Move,” I barked. She was keeping me from my omega when she needed me.

Anya cringed and stepped to the side, unable to shake off the command. “Jonathan said to try to stop you.”

“I’m going to rip Jonathan’s throat out the next time I see him.” I yanked open the door and Kara’s scent walloped me again. It was just as potent as in the stairwell, but worse now because I knew she was somewhere on the bus, waiting. “The stairwell by the service elevator needs to be sprayed. Other alphas probably already scented her.”

I pressed the button to automatically shut the door and headed for the back of the bus. The coffee table and two of the gaming chairs were cluttering the living room area, and despite being annoyed we hadn’t been told about Kara, I was grateful Anya had been there for her.

“Kara?” I called as I opened the first sliding door into the bunk area.

I kicked off my shoes while unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. The need to be inside her hurt as I went to the next door. I hadn’t even bothered to ask her in the text if she wanted us for her heat, but she was here.

She’s here.

I slid the door open and groaned, grabbing my cock and pulling it free of my boxers. It was already rock hard, and my knot ached to be inside her slick pussy. Her perfume was concentrated in a way that made me dizzy.

She wasn’t visible under the mound of blankets and pillows, but I knew right where she was as she moved under them. “Avery.” Her whimper cut through me like a knife.

I kicked my pants and boxers off as I ripped my shirt over my head. “I’m here, sweet girl.”

The room was rearranged with the couch off to the side so all the other space could be covered with our bunk mattresses. The space was a decent enough size that the four of us easily lounged around here when we had time.

One of the gaming rockers was pushed into the corner, and my eyes zeroed in on the streak of wetness on the seat. Had she sat there while she pleasured herself?

“Kara.” I fell to my knees and crawled to the mound of blankets pushed up against the bottom part of the couch. “How are you in heat? What were you thinking running off by yourself?”

“You came on stage and it just... hit me.” Her voice was muffled, and I grabbed a handful of blankets and pulled them away.

Omegas were usually hot during their heats, so it baffled me why she was buried under so many. How had Anya let her do this?

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