Page 180 of Stolen Omega

I feel a little light-headed, and my stomach’s starting to hurt, but it’s probably just because I haven’t eaten since last night. If I take the first shower, I can dart back to the kitchen and wolf down my sandwich while Russ is distracting Dale. No one needs to know I was feeling faint.

I can hear Russ and Dale talking in the bedroom when I turn the water on for the shower.

Russ’ shirt is a little sticky around the ends now. I kind of hope this place has a washer and dryer somewhere, because I don’t know how long the acceptable items of clothing in my closet will last, and I don’t want to be forced back to the real world by something as dumb as needing clean clothes.

Rubbing my lower belly, I start to feel my pussy clench. Suddenly, I realize the pain I’m feeling isn’t related to how hungry I am and how empty my stomach is.

I’m in heat. It’s happening. My slick has been crazy thick since I’ve been here, and I’m relaxed and around a bunch of guys I know are my mates.

Of course I’m in heat.

Why the hell wouldn’t this happen?

I’m older than most Omegas at their first heat, and that’s probably only because my fate was changed when I was a kid. The Alpha and Omega I grew up with, knowing they would be my mates, lost me when I was kidnapped. If that hadn’t happened, I bet my bottom dollar I would have been mated to Zane and Dale by the time I hit my eighteenth birthday.

I check the temperature of the water, knowing the warmth will help with the cramps I’ve started to have. Hopefully, they’ll ease off enough that I won’t need an Alpha’s knot until I’m ready for that.

I would prefer to get to know Zane and Archer a little better before we climb into bed together, but honestly, if these cramps keep bothering me it won’t be long before I’m begging for them to claim me. I already know they’re mine, so it’s not a huge deal if we get physical before we know all the important stuff.

It takes a few minutes under the hot stream for my muscles to relax, but when it happens, it’s such a relief. I take a longer shower than I’m used to, hoping it’s effects will last once I’m all washed up and ready to get dressed again.

Wary, I hold my breath as I turn the water off.

The clenching stopped when the cramps eased off, and it doesn’t start back up again.

Letting out a soft sigh, I step out of the bath and grab a towel off the rail.

Once I’m dried off, I wrap the towel around me and slip my feet back into the sliders before I open the door and step into the bedroom.

Russ and Dale are making out on the bed, tangled up in each other. I almost feel like I’m intruding on them, except they’re so consumed they don’t even seem to notice I’ve come back into the room.

I take the sliders off so I can rush past without disturbing them. They deserve to have some time alone together without a curious observer who might end up wanting to join in.

We’ll have plenty of time to explore all those possibilities once we’re a real pack.

Right now, I just want to avoid feeling too sexy until I’m ready to be claimed by my Alphas.

Closing the door over once I’m out of the room, I put the sliders back on to go into the room next door.

“Think unsexy thoughts,” I murmur to myself as I flip-flop my way to the closet.

The comfortable shoes are kind of loud, but my sneakers would look crazy with the clothes Zane picked out for me. I rifle through the closet and pick out a purple midi-dress that seems loose-fitting.

It’s neater than I expect, but it’s comfortable enough not to care.

I look through the pairs of heels lined up on a shoe rack on the bottom of the closet.

There are some insanely gorgeous pairs that would probably match the clothes perfectly.

My stylist for the tour would love this closet.

The clothes are amazing, really. Zane spent a fortune on this stuff.

I know he didn’t do that because he likes designer labels.

He still seems like he’s a plain black shirt and jeans kind of guy.

He did this because he thought I’d appreciate it.

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