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Then my pussy gushes with wetness, and I know that it’s too late.

My heat is here early.

When my vision blurs to grey, my eyes flutter closed.

Then cool arms are catching me, as I faint.

CHAPTER TEN

Saint Cage, Haven

Iawake with a gasp.

Heat washes over me in waves.

Fevered, I roll around on the soft bed. My skin is itching, but it’s soothed by the iridescent blue silk sheets on the four-poster bed.

Sheets that smell deliciously of sugar cookie martini.

“Alpha!” I whine, burrowing my face on Thomas’ pillow.

Wait, I’m lying on Thomas’ bed.

How did that happen?

Dazed, I struggle to sit up and stare down at myself.

I’m only dressed in a single, long white shirt. It’s male and large, skimming past my thighs.

I’m bare beneath it.

I sniff at the collar.

It’s Thomas’ shirt from last night at the bar.

My inner Omega purrs in delight to be dressed in my Alpha’s clothes.

But Thomas isn’t mine. He’s only mine for this heat.

If I only get to hold him for twenty-four hours, then I’ll make the most of every touch and kiss.

But why has my heat hit so early and hard?

I squeeze my thighs together, as slick gushes from my pussy.

Is it because I finally met my scent match? The man who I’ve secretly crushed on since we were kids? Who I’ve become friends with all over again through the dating app?

Lying in his clothes and surrounded by his scent is exhilarating in a way that I’ve never experienced before.

Suddenly frightened, I reach up to graze my neck.

No scent inhibitor patches.

Panic rushes through me. My heart speeds up.

What’s going to happen? Will I survive the heat without them?

But my temples aren’t throbbing. I don’t feel sick.

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