Page 59 of Broken Omega

Is he a pack kind of guy, or a one-woman man?

It doesn’t feel like the kind of question I could ask a complete stranger, straight out of the blue.

He’s clearly focused on doing his job. It’s not like we’re on a date.

I was about to have a little outdoor fun with one of the academy guards tonight. I didn’t even know this guy existed then. How can I be so desperate for him?

I can’t help feeling like this is happening because I was in Secret’s suite, and the scent of her perfume mixed with Dylan’s awakened something inside me that I didn’t know was there.

Maybe this is a false heat. Those are pretty rare, but I’m a bit past the usual age for my first real heat, so it’s a distinct possibility. I shouldn’t trust my feelings right now. If my body is messing with me, this isn’t real. I’m only fixated on him because he’s the first Alpha … No, Colby was the first and there were others I passed in the ballroom. Huh. Maybe it’s because he’s the firstnewAlpha. Maybe that matters. My body can’t be tricked if I know better? Ugh. I don’t know. This is too damned confusing.

Mr. Delicious clears his throat and settles me down into a hard, bench-like seat.

He sits next to me. I fight the urge to shuffle in my seat to get closer to him.

God, he has serious abs. I can tell, even through the shirt.

I don’t care if he already has a mate, or a whole pack of lovers. I’d still demand his mark and beg for his knot to ease the ache in my pussy.

I stare into his eyes, and he stares right back at me.

The sexual tension between us is potently thick.

One assertive move would be all it took to lock our bodies together.

Unfortunately for me, he doesn’t make that move.

He’s interested, I can feel it, but his emotions are conflicted at the same time. It hurts that something’s holding him back, I won’t lie, but considering I know nothing about him other than what he does for a living, that’s probably a good thing.

If this is a false heat, giving in to it would be a mistake.

I know that, even if my body doesn’t seem to care.

“So, you fainted?” he asks, breaking eye contact to grab something out of a medical bag at his side.

Right. There’s a reason I’m sitting in the back of an ambulance right now, and it has nothing to do with being pinned down by a hot guy. I shudder when I think about what I saw. Those people in that car were murdered. The gruesome scene is like something out of a horror movie as I replay it in my mind. The thing is, I can handle those. I can handle gore. I spend hours creating realistic wounds as a hobby.

I just never expected to see something as terrible as that in real life. It was the sudden shock of stumbling across it that made me sick to my stomach. That’s the difference, I guess.

I’m prepared when I look at real-life reference photos.

I definitely wasn’t prepared to see mangled bodies tonight.

“I didn’t eat a lot today,” I admit, trying to justify what happened. “Finding those dead people really shook me up. Who were they, anyway?”

“Sorry,” he says, giving me a rueful smile. “Not a cop. I wouldn’t know.”

“Right,” I murmur, nodding as he asks for my arm.

“I need to run through a few basic checks and questions, if that’s okay?”

I nod again, and he checks my blood pressure.

Apparently, it’s within the normal range.

He starts to ask standard health questions, and I answer them without giving them any thought, trying to understand his emotional turmoil and his almost completely blank expressions. I’m starting to think I imagined his interest in me, that this really is a false heat and that’s kind of embarrassing.

“Are you pregnant?” he asks next, jolting me out of my thoughts.

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