Page 35 of Knot Your Average Beta

I sigh and run a weary hand down my face. “Fine. Let’s just go.”

“Sadie, we can stay. You want to stay.” Logan sounds so sure of that, like he knows me better than I know myself after knowing me for twelve hours, after not even having a full conversation.

“I don’t want to stay.” I grouse, folding my arms over my chest and stomping toward the exit, like a freaking toddler. But what do you want from me? I’m feeling way more emotional than normal, way more sensitive. Stupid omega hormones. I hate them.

Logan trails after me, not tucking me into his side like he’d done before. And that makes my crazy emotions even freaking worse. I lengthen my strides and keep my chin up as I stride through the crowds.

I stomp into the drugstore, make a beeline for the aisle with the contraceptives and then grab the first morning after pill I can find. It also happens to be the cheapest. Logan had been content to follow in my irritated wake, but here he latches a hand onto my wrist and removes the box from my fingers.

I scowl at him, but he just places it back down and picks up the one next to it. “This pill has had fewer reports of side effects on omegas.” It also is the more expensive one. But that isn’t why I’m staring at him.

He did research on the best morning after pills? When? And why?

Was it before today?

I shake my head at myself. Of course it was before today. They’ve probably had to make this trip a million times with other girls that they’ve brought home and fucked raw. I’m surprised they don’t just have a stockpile of them in their penthouse.

Maybe they did, and they’re just out of them now because they use them so frequently.

My scowl deepens. Logan doesn’t notice because he’s too busy scooping four more boxes of the pill into his arms. He hesitates and then adds two more. When he notices my scowl, he gives me a rueful smile. “Its just in case. I want to do some research on what birth control is best for you, for omegas. And these should tie us over in the meantime.”

I arch a brow. “I think you’re being very optimistic about your chances of getting laid, Logan. You don’t want to get all cocky and make assumptions, do you?”

“Is it being cocky if it’s true?”

I blink after him as he strides up to the checkout counter. I stomp after him. “Excuse me?” I whisper-shout at him. “I am not sleeping with you or any members of your pack anytime soon.”

He glances at me, then steps into the line. “You revealed as an omega at twenty-five, Sadie. Most people who do that have their first heat within a month, some as early as two weeks.”

I know this. Luca so rudely pointed it out to me last night. “But that doesn’t mean I have to fuck you.”

He turns his head and pins me with a look, his jaw hardening for just a moment before he softens. “You’re right, it doesn’t. What it means is that you will beg us for our cocks, for our knots and our cum. You’ll be in pain, mo chuisle. And that, more than anything, will drive us to take care of you, to ease you.”

I fold my arms over my chest and tip my chin up. I know, logically, that everything he’s saying is true. And I also know, logically, that I won’t find anyone more appealing to me than this pack because as crazy as it sounds, they are my scent matches. But I still meet his eyes and say, “I can find another pack to help me. I’ve had plenty of alphas-”

Logan’s hand whips out and curls around the front of my throat, not tight, but claiming, showing me and everyone around us who I belong to. He pulls me closer gently, carefully, until I’m pressed nearly to his entire body. His hand slides from the front of my neck to the back, thumb pressing into my pulse point.

His head dips until his lips press against the shell of my ear. “Do not make the mistake of thinking that just because I wear cardigans and glasses, I am soft, omega. I am not soft. I am your scent match. Yours. And you are mine. And there isn’t an alpha in their right mind who would be okay hearing how their scent match fucked other alphas, or is making plans to fuck other packs.” His thumb strokes over my pulse while his fingers tighten. “If your heat comes, we will help you through it, or we will medically sedate you so you can sleep through the whole thing. Is that clear?”

A large part of me wants to argue, to tell him he’s not the boss of me—mature, right?—and stomp away in a huff. But an even larger part, my newly discovered omega part with her hussy of a vagina, is so freaking turned on right now. I guess I love this dominating alpha growly bit that he’s doing, and I had no freaking idea.

The other alphas I’ve been with have been confident and cocky, but not as domineering and possessive as this. They were happy enough for me to take the lead so long as they were getting their dick wet, with the few exceptions being when they wanted to play alpha/omega. Same goes for the betas I’ve been with.

“I asked you a question, omega,” Logan growls against my ear before nipping the flesh with his teeth.

A squeak erupts out of me along with a waft of perfume… which can I just say I hate? Because now Logan and the elderly beta in front of us, and the dude behind the counter and probably that mother with her kid over by the candy all know that I’m turned on right now.

Fuck. “I need scent cancelers,” I murmur, more to myself than to Logan, but he yanks back to glare down at me.

“No, you don’t. You smell fucking divine.” The rumble of his voice and the heat in his eyes tell me he really means that, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m uncomfortable.

“I’m not used to projecting how I’m feeling through my scent, Logan. I can’t say that I like it. It makes me feel… vulnerable.”

His expression softens again, and he nods. “Okay, fair. We can place an order with IndulgScents when we get back to the penthouse. They have the best cancellers out there.”

I could just run and grab a bottle of the cheap stuff here, but he’s right that IndulgScents has the best products for hiding and enhancing our natural perfumes. Or at least that’s what I’ve heard. As a beta, I had no real use for that.

I nod my agreement as the guy behind the counter clears his throat. “Next.”

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