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That's when I hear them. Dash told me he’d moved into Jax's room, and if I need him for anything, he’s just across the hall. But this is a small house, and I can hear the moaning coming from their room. And it's hot.

I hear the Jax’s grunts and Dash’s moans as my imagination runs wild with what they're doing in there. I reach down between my legs and circle my slick through my panties. I'm so wet, so horny. It doesn't take long before I see stars, but it's not enough. I'm definitely in the pre-heat stage now, which is frustrating more than anything. This won’t be good for my plan to get to know them before jumping into bed with them.

Because all I can think about right now is how much I want to get to know their dicks and knots.

I try block out the sounds from across the hall as best I can, but when Jax roars his release, I wish he’d done that in me.

Wait, no. I don’t want that. I don’t want to bring children into this fucked-up world. Any children I have will most likely be alphas or omegas. I wouldn’t do that to them. I couldn’t watch my sons turn feral when they don’t find their omega mate. Or watch my daughters be used by a pack, if she’s unlucky. Hell, I might have an omega son. That’s worse. They lock them away. They are never matched with a pack. I don’t know what they do with them, but I don’t ever want to find out.

Sitting up, I move around the room. There are soft, fluffy pillows and silky sheets. I snuggle deep into the warm blanket that's absolutely perfect and wrap myself into it as I continue to move around my nest. I guess I have the instincts of an omega. No class can teach me this.

I spend a good amount of time moving everything around and making it perfect. There's a scratchy blanket I don't like, and I throw it near the door. But then I get the T-shirts I line them around the head of my nest. There's one missing, but I don't know how to go ask him if I can have it. Maybe, later, I can sneak into his room and see if he's left any dirty laundry on his floor and snag one.

It's late...I don’t know how late, but the whole house is quiet. I can't sleep, but I don't want to disturb Dash. He's probably very tired after his activities with Jax.

Maybe a glass of milk will help me sleep. I get up and move my way to the door, my bare feet on the cold floorboards sending a shiver up my spine. It must get cold here at night. I wish I had big, fluffy socks. I look around the room to see where I threw mine earlier, but it's to dark in here, even with the soft warm glow of a night-light, and I don't want to turn on the main light.

I'll just have to run out there, wearing nothing but Dash’s tee and my still soaked panties, and hope I don't run into any of them. I open the door and pause when it makes a creaking sound. Shit. I hope I didn't wake anyone. I slide out through the small opening, so I don't make any more sounds. I look left then right. It's dark out here, but I know the kitchen is to my right and so is Ace’s bedroom. The bathroom is to my left, along with Knight’s room and Zayd’s.

I feel this itch under my skin...I need his scent. I know I won’t be able to sleep without it. Milk won’t help this craving. Ugh, being an omega is so weird. I shift my weight between my feet, contemplating what to do, knowing what I really want and what I can’t have. He won’t be happy if I go knocking on his door in the middle of the night and demand he take off his shirt and hand it to me.

But my feet don’t care. I walk down to his door. The floorboard squeaks under my foot, and I freeze. Fuck. What am I doing? I’m being a demanding omega bitch is what. He doesn’t have to give me anything. I shake my head. Get a grip, hormones. You can’t have it all. I turn on my heel, and that’s when I hear the door crack open. I shut my eyes. Fuck. I spin slowly and inhale through my nose. His scent has my mind spinning, and I feel more slick as I perfume for him.

I open my eyes and he’s there, staring at me in disbelief. I’m in just as much shock as him as my heart races and my breathing picks up. I go to open my mouth then think better of it. Nothing that comes from there is going to sound rational. Instead, I just stand here like a deer in headlights as he does the same.

The whole house is still quiet. Not a sound, except some gentle snoring coming from Knight’s room.

I shiver at the chill in the air, and his eyes drop to my bare legs. His eyes darken, and I watch as his nostrils flare at my perfume. I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to. My body reacts to his in a way I never thought it would. Until today, I didn’t think a scent could send me into heat. But all of their scents are doing just that.

My breathing picks up. Zayd is so big...so broad and strong. His hands are just as enormous. When his body sways a little closer to mine, I suck in a breath. If he were to take me into his room and knot me, I wouldn’t say no. Not right now.

I’m a complicated omega.

Knowing that actions speak louder than words, I reach out my hand to him, giving him a chance to stop me. He eyes it curiously as I grab the hem of his tight white tee. It’s warm with his body heat.

He sucks in a breath, and I chance a look at his boxers, which are straining from the hard length hidden behind them. We barely move. The only thing I hear is our staggered breaths. He opens his door a little more, and a night-light casts a dull yellow glow into his room. I look at his bed, and it doesn’t even look like he slept in it. Has he been awake the whole time?

I don’t know if he’s inviting me in or if he’s letting me decide what I want. I look up into his face. His expression is impossible to read, but those eyes speak a thousand words. If I walked away right now, it would crush him. His spirit has been broken before...I see the fear. He’s opening up to me, letting me in just a little, and I can’t walk away. I couldn’t even if I tried.

I place my hand over his stomach, and he sucks in a breath. He’s so hard. Like...everywhere. I slip under his arm and into his room. It smells like him. Rain. I love the smell of rain on a summers day. And lilacs. I move to his queen bed and pull back the blankets. I turn to see him still standing in the doorway, like he can’t believe I just came into his room and I’m about to get into his bed.

Neither can I, buddy.

CHAPTER 15

ZAYD

The omega is on my bed. Her perfume floods my small room, and my body reacts. As my knot swells, it takes everything in me to stand where I am and not go to her.

I hover near the door as she makes herself comfortable on my bed...mine. How is this possible? That she wants to be in my bed? I let out a deep, shaky breath and close my eyes. When I open them again, she’s under my blankets on the other side and pats the bed for me to come. I don’t understand.

She hasn’t said a word. I know the guys told her about me. I knew it had to happen sooner rather than later, especially if that beta Veronica will be here asking questions.

Only, I didn’t want to be around when they did. I hate it. I don’t like people asking questions about it. Or talking like I can’t hear them; just because I can’t speak doesn’t make me deaf. So, I left the room, knowing Ace or Jax would do it. I came into my room and put on headphones and listened to classical music while I coded a website for a client. But that was then...and now.

She smiles softly at me and then lets out a yawn. She’s tired and wearing Dash’s shirt. She smells like heaven. I take a deep breath and regret it the moment her scent hits me. Fuck. I can’t do this. I look away, outside into the hallway. No one is awake. I can feel them all through the bond. They’re all sleeping happily. Today has been a long but happy day.

“Zayd, I...I wanted your scent for my nest, but then your room...it smells like you.” Her voice is so sweet behind me and I love the way she says my name, but I can hear her nervousness under it. Like me.

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