Page 127 of Pack Rivals, Part One

"I don't know," I tell him.

But by the time the sun has risen over the horizon and chased away all the lingering shadows in our apartment, I've made up my mind.

I'm going to see her. I'm going to speak with her. I'm going to make her understand that my pack is exactly where she belongs.

By seven o'clock, I'm on the highway speeding away from the city and out towards the coastland. The buildings, the billboards and gas stations, thin quickly away and soon it's scrubland and the occasional condo. Eventually, I turn down a track and there it is, the ocean. So blue it looks almost unreal.

I bounce in my seat as I drive down the track that leads to her bungalow, nestled between sand dunes, her old, busted-up car parked outside. Dust kicks up around me and swirls in the air.

I think of that road. That empty barren one where I first met her. I think of how I'd tasted the slightest hint of her scent then and not known what it meant. But I had understood her smile, the way she rocked on her toes, the way she watched me from the corner of those amber eyes.

I wish I could turn back time. I wish I had made my move then. Before she'd discovered her true designation, before Pack Boston ever knew of her existence.

I skid the car to a halt outside the condo. It's early, seagulls whistling in the sky above me, and all the blinds on the condo are drawn.

Idiot. It's too early.

Now what?

I meander towards the door. Should I leave, come back at a more reasonable time? Maybe with breakfast? Shit, I'm here once again, rocking up at her doorstep without even a goddamn cup of coffee for her, let alone flowers.

"Axel?"

I turn my head and squint against the rising sun.

"Bea." The smile spreads across my face without my control. I'm so pleased to see her.

She stands at the top of one of the sand dunes, a robe tied around her body and her feet bare.

"I was watching the sunrise," she says. I take a step towards her.

"The sun rose an hour ago, sweetheart."

"I know," she shrugs, "but it was so beautiful, I lost track of time watching it." I take another step towards her and as I walk out of the sunlight and into the shadow, I see her face more clearly. Her cheeks are all flushed. "Do you know some asshole's planning to build a development on this land?" Her brow furrows.

"What?" I say, noticing the damp curls around her brow and her neck, noticing the slight glaze to her eyes.

I lick my lips. So sweet, so, so, so sweet. It nearly brings me to my knees.

"Bea, sweetheart," I say gently, venturing closer to her still, "are you going into heat?"

She lifts a wrist to her brow and bites on her lip. "I … I don't know."

"Sweetheart," I hold out my hand to her.

She's going to take it. She's going to take it and I'm going to carry her home to my pack, where we're going to rut her until she's no voice left to scream. "Come with me."

She nibbles on that lip. Eyes skating down my form like she's fucking devouring me.

I growl and she shivers so hard her knees knock together.

Yeah, that's it, baby girl. Responding just like a good little omega should.

I inhale, letting that scent curl though my nostrils and my mouth and light every nerve along the way. Making me so hard so quickly, I'm surprised it doesn't give me a nosebleed.

So wet. So sweet and so wet.

So perfect!

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