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She's asleep, the rise and fall of her chest and racing heart from the heat fluttering between us. I look up, finding Cass with a crooked grin, staring down at her naked ass.
I don't want to let her go, but we need to talk. Or at least make preparations. Carefully, I slide her body off mine, and he helps arrange her in a comfortable position. Not wanting to let go, I rest my hand on her hip and look up at my pack mate.
"Iggy?"
He rolls his eyes, hooking his thumb toward the living room. "He wanted me to punch him in the face."
I snort. "Did he think that would get him out of this?"
"Distraction," Cass shrugs.
This conversation with anyone else might sound insane. So dumb and ridiculous. For us, it's normal. Iggy being Iggy.
"He thinks being knocked out will get him out of this?"
Cass's crooked grin returns. "Probably not. Come on, we need to prepare."
Reluctantly, I let my fingers trail over her leg before letting Imogen go completely and follow Cass into the kitchen, passing Iggy, who's pacing and glaring.
"I'll text Roxy and let her know we'll be out for a few days. She and her pack can fill in, hopefully."
I nod in agreement. "We have enough food and shit here?" I walk over to the fridge. It's pretty abysmal. "I'll need to put in for a grocery delivery. What do omegas need, again?" I ask.
I should know by now, knowing so many, but our interactions with them are always professional. The only one I know on a personal level is Roxy. Ophelia, too, but she doesn't really count, she'd been pushing her body to pass as beta for so long I don't think she even knows what an omega in heat needs. Well, I guess by now she does, but I don't want to think about my little sister and her heat. Two things that don't belong in the same sentence.
It's four am, I notice, looking up at the clock.
"I just asked Roxy. I'll get some shit delivered later once she gets back to me. For now, I think we just need to make sure Imogen stays hydrated."
"We don't know anything about her." I run my hand through my hair, heaving into a chair at the kitchen table. Our place is comfortable and clean. Nothing fancy, but big enough for the three of us to live well. We converted an old warehouse, the bottom floor a garage with large bays. It used to be a mechanic shop, and since Iggy and I like to tinker with old cars, we kept the layout in the garage.
The second and third floors we converted into a large open floor plan kitchen and living room. There's a bathroom and Cass's bedroom on this floor. On the third floor is my room, Iggy's room and a third room that we've always denied saving for a nest, since we've dismissed the idea of looking for an omega, instead using the room for storage. It's the largest room in the house, sitting somewhat empty.
Iggy takes a seat beside me, Cass opposite.
"I'm pretty sure she's out as an omega. I mean, she's not in hiding or anything. I don't know where she's from," Cass answers.
"Hills."
"Really?" I look at Iggy. He nods slowly. "Feeling better?"
"Nope. It helps I can't smell her, though."
"Iggy—" I start, but he interrupts.
"I think if they don't suppress their heat, it shouldn't last as long. That's what Roxy says. So this should only be two or three days."
There's no inflection, but the short length of time almost sounds like a disappointment. In two or three days time, we'll all have to go back to normal, to our life before we shared an omega in heat. Not just any omega—Imogen. He turns to look toward Cass's bedroom, staring, as if he could see her through the walls.
"Iggy," I try again, "we're gonna need you, man. I know you never wanted—"
"I like her. Too much."
"You're not going to hurt her."
He looks at me, then Cass. "I know. I can't explain it though, I'm worried I'll…"
"You'll what?"
