Page 20 of The Omega

I don’t think that works when your fated lovers are the enemies. I buried myself deeper under the blankets.

It was cold this morning after the hot flashes all night and my boobs ached something fierce. My teeth kept chattering. I was exhausted. All the signs were pointing to things going not so good, really quick.

Everything will work out. Even little Miss Positive didn’t sound so sure.

At least the bed was comfortable. I’d almost forgotten how soft these mattresses and duvets were. The clean rooms. Endless hot water. The treatment was perfect for an Omega.

I should’ve been more grateful.

My wolf hummed her agreement.

It’s not like I couldn’t have had these things at home. I had money. More than I knew what to do with—especially with the hush money from the show padding my bank account.

But it all seemed so… pointless.

It wasn’t about the creature comforts anyway. I wanted to feel safe. Loved. Complete. I’d never seen an Omega who didn’t have that, except my mom. And me.

Broken.

I think what we really need is lots of hot, sweaty, passionate sex. My wolf yawned.

That too.

Thinking about Dorian’s hands on me last night elicited all sorts of welcome responses. Something tightened low in my core. A building need as my skin flushed with warmth again.

Things were definitely heading in that direction.

I closed my eyes and let the sensations wash over me, remembering the burning desire on Dorian’s face. His masculine touch. The way he’d taken us around the dancefloor. Our bodies fitting together and pressed in all the right places.

In this fantasy, no other Lunas and Alphas were watching. Only the two of us were in the darkened ballroom. He leaned forward to kiss me just as the breath of another Alpha ghosted the shell of my ear.

A hard body pressed against my back.

Atlas whispered, “My turn.”

My legs dropped open and I whimpered, moving my fingers between them.

Dorian would—

A knock at the door had me bolting upright just as my phone started ringing.

Tell them to go away. The chaos made my wolf panic. She buried inside me, trying to hide. We were almost to the good part.

You’re the one with claws and teeth. I sighed.

Not that she’d ever use them. And it wasn’t her fault. We were all products of our biology.

Speaking of which, I couldn’t hide the flush on my face as I crawled out of bed.

I swiped my phone off the charger on the way to the door, relaxing a bit when I saw Aspen’s name on the caller ID.

“What’s up?” I answered, standing on my tiptoes to look through the peephole at whoever kept knocking on my door.

“Good, she’s already there,” Aspen said.

A magnified green eye blinked back at me through the glass.

“Who is she?”