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“Hardy-har-har” I mumble through my mouth full of meat and chuck the cleaned bone into the fire.

What do these guys expect? I’m frigging starving.

But I have to admit, it’s kind of nice to see them getting along now, at least a little bit.

Suddenly, another cramp wracks my body, and I fall to my side, wincing and squeezing my thighs tightly.

“Sloane!” both of the Alphas say in unison.

They rush around the fire, grasping me and supporting me from both sides. The combined scent of their Alpha musks, both strong and both slightly different, fills my senses, sending even more intense waves of desire and need shivering through me.

I try to sit up, but my body isn’t doing what I want it to.

Instead, I find myself lying back into my Alphas supporting arms, head lolling weakly, legs falling open as my body writhes and my lips mewl and whimper.

“Her estrus,” Dog growls.

“No,” Truk says, cradling my head. “It’s her heat.”

“That’s what estrus is, idiot.”

Truk glowers.

“Outsiders,” he mutters. “You have fancy words for simple things. Anyway, whatever you want to call it, we have to do something about it.”

I gasp wetly as his big rough hand glides up the inside of my thigh, moving toward the place where my legs come together—the source of my need and my exquisite agony.

There is a snarl from the other side, and Dog swats his hand away angrily.

“Don’t touch her,” Dog snaps, baring his sharp fangs.

Truk growls and shoves Dog away, and before I know it, the two Alphas are up on their feet, circling and growling at each other, muscles tensing in preparation for a fight.

CHAPTER 15: SLOANE

“Please,” I whimper, writhing on the ground with need. “Don’t…”

But the Alphas don’t hear me over their own snarls and gnashing teeth.

“The omega is mine,” Dog hisses threateningly. “She belongs to me, and I’m sworn to protect her.”

Truk snorts. “What she needs is someone who can take care of her needs, Outsider. She needs a real Alpha.”

As messed up as it sounds, watching the Alphas fight over me like this is just making my problem worse. My skin is screaming with desire. My body is overheating with pent up need that only the Alphas can relieve.

Both of them together.

While they are snarling and threatening each other, I manage somehow to drag myself to my feet. My legs are weak and quivery with lust. My skin is dripping sweat. I stumble toward the edge of the shelter of the overpass where the rain is pouring down.

Finally, the Alphas take notice, and their growling grows quiet.

“Sloane,” Dog calls. “Where are you going?”

He rushes toward me and Truk is right beside him.

As if in a dream, my bare feet carry me out into the rain. The fat drops of cool water splash on my skin, raising tendrils of steam off my hot flesh and refreshing my weak body, at least for a moment.

The rain wets my white tank top, plastering the thin material to my skin. My nipples were already poking through before, but now the fabric conforms to every contour like a thin layer of paint, and the pink of my nipples shines through. I may as well be topless.