Page 9 of Their Alpha

I frowned slightly. I’d heard that sentiment expressed before, but with everything else zipping through my brain, and straight to my groin, I couldn’t remember where.

“We’ll talk later,” Goode said.

We said our goodbyes and I gladly ended the call as I strode quickly down the street to my apartment building. One of the advantages of living and working in the heart of the city was that I was never more than a few minutes from home.

As soon as I reached my apartment, I threw off my work clothes and dressed in far more comfortable jeans and a long-sleeve shirt. I’d packed and repacked a bag a dozen times the night before, which was ready and waiting for me. Within half an hour of Fletcher’s call, I was on the road, the rural address punched into my GPS.

Traffic was light, which helped things. It was the middle of the day in the middle of the week, so the world was grinding on as it usually did, not noticing a lone alpha rushing out to help an omega take his omega husband through heat in the kinkiest way possible. Just thinking about the possibilities of playing with Fletcher for Gideon’s benefit had my cock straining against my jeans as I drove. I felt like it had been on call, ready to go, for twenty-four hours now.

The farm wasn’t hard to find. I was a little surprised about how long the driveway was, easily half a mile, or how completely hidden the house and its surrounding garden were once I got there. I parked next to a surprisingly fancy sedan, then got out, hoisting my bag over my shoulder, and strode up to the front door. I knocked, then waited, running through what we’d agreed on for the scenario in my head.

As soon as a slightly frazzled Fletcher opened the door,I put on a dopey smile and said, “Hi, I’m Artemis. I’m here for the farm hand job?”

It wasn’t the scenario we’d talked about, but it felt like it might be fun.

Fletcher blinked at me, and I could see his mind racing. I caught the moment he bought into the scenario as well.

“Yes, right this way,” he said, opening the door wider. “We’ve been anxious for help lately, and you look like the perfect specimen. I mean, worker.”

I laughed, still pretending I was clueless as I looked around. I wasn’t pretending when I said, “Nice place you’ve got here. Really nice.”

In fact, the interior of the farmhouse was so much more than I would have expected. It had clearly been decorated by someone with exquisite taste…and a lot of money. The furnishings were luxurious and there was a lot of tech in the rooms that I saw, from huge televisions to a fancy sound system to a glimpse I caught of a top-of-the-line computer.

“Come this way,” Fletcher said, heading towards an amazing, floating staircase and starting up. “There’s, um, a special uniform I like for our farm hands to wear. You can change in the spare room.”

“Sure,” I said, sending a last glance around the beautiful, open-plan downstairs. I spotted a lot of gorgeous art along with the amazing tech.

At the top of the stairs, I turned my attention to Fletcher as he walked me down a short hall. The house was larger than two omegas needed with plenty of extra rooms. Most of the doors were closed, though. I wouldn’t have been surprised to find a nursery behind one of the doors. Fletcher had said his husband was hoping to get pregnant this heat.

As we reached the end of the hall, I was smacked with one of the most powerful omega scents I’d ever smelled. Ididn’t know how to describe it, really. It was sweet, like all omega scents, but I couldn’t make up my mind if it was flowery, fruity, or sugary. It was everything combined, like a high-end dessert.

“Holy fuck,” I gasped before I could stop myself.

The scent came from behind the door at the very end of the hall, but Fletcher reached for the handle on the door right before that one as he glanced over his shoulder at me with a frown.

“His scent is so strong,” I said, panting slightly. I needed to get my jeans off and I needed them off now, before my raging erection punched right through the fabric.

Fletcher’s frown deepened, and a thread of hopelessness joined it. “I can’t smell it,” he said.

It was a statement of fact, but it also struck me as the saddest thing I’d ever heard. Only alphas could scent omegas. Other omegas and betas didn’t have the olfactory receptors to pick up the smell. Fletcher was biologically missing out on one of the key things about his mate, and I could see it hurt him.

“It’s beautiful,” I said, hoping I could help him. “It’s the sweetest smell, like a high-end patisserie, sugar and flowers. It’s the strongest omega scent I’ve ever known.”

Fletcher nodded, but I could see my explanation only made him sad. “Your alpha scent just ratcheted up by a factor of about a thousand in response,” he said.

“Interesting.” I wasn’t sure how to play that as part of the fantasy, but once we stepped into the room and I saw it wasn’t a standard guest room with a bed, bureau, and closet, but rather a kinky-ass room with some sort of alpha breeding bed, leather straps hanging and ready to go, I put in some effort and said, “Hey, what sort of job is this?”

Fletcher shut the door tightly and turned the knob tolock it. “Get undressed,” he said, turning back to me with a serious look. “I want every stitch of your clothes off. And you can forget about this.”

He grabbed my bag from my shoulder and tossed it on the cabinet near the door.

“What’s going on?” I asked, following my part as clueless alpha who had just walked into his own kidnapping, but starting to undress like I’d been ordered. If this had been a real kidnapping situation, I would have bolted instead of peeling out of my shirt.

As I exposed my chest and lifted my arms to take my shirt off, I heard a gasp from the side. Once I tossed my shirt aside, I turned and noticed a pair of sliding double doors that must have connected to the room where the omega was. They were cracked just a tiny bit, and I was sure I was being spied on. I couldn’t see anything more than the flash of an eye, but the omega heat scent was overwhelming.

“I don’t know what you want from me,” I kept going with the fantasy, “but I don’t think it’s farm work.”

“That job was just a front,” Fletcher said, stepping closer to me and undoing my jeans, even though I’d been about to do the same thing. We both gasped as he pushed them and my underwear down, sending my needy cock bouncing up. “This is what I need from you.”

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