Page 20 of Unwanted

One more time I splashed cold water on my face and clenched my jaw as I left the bathroom. I headed straight for the dean’s office. I needed to ask for emergency leave and maybe a few days off. I wasn’t even thinking about what had just happened or why—I was just acting on autopilot.

Thirty-four minutes later, I was pulling into my driveway.

I practically sprinted from the car to the house, opened the door, but the kitchen and living room were empty, so I dashed upstairs to Liam’s loft, taking three steps at a time.

With my heart speeding up, I didn't even bother to knock, just pushed the door open and walked in.

The smell that hit me as I entered nearly knocked me out. It was sweet and enticing, like cherry blossoms in the spring. But with an extra note, like sugary candy. Was it a smell of heat? Could I really sense it?

My heart quickened even more when my eyes fell on the bed.

Liam was lying there, completely naked. He was in the breeding position, his fists clenched, his face turned toward me. A pink dildo was sticking out between his buttocks, looking downright obscene. His head was propped up on pillows.

That was a view I hadn't expected.

"Please…" he mouthed, in a voice I could never refuse, under any circumstances.

But I had to say it because it needed to be said.

"I'm a beta, Liam. What if I can't go into the rut? I might not be enough for you, I might not be able to handle it."

"You can, I know it, I feel it! Please help me—"

"Liam, if I do this to you, it will change everything between us. You may not be ready for it. It may hurt you, and it may make it harder for you to heal from—"

"Please!"

I clenched my eyelids, and the scent literally overwhelmed me. Any attempt to think logically, to resist, to explain, and to justify my reasons was doomed to failure. How could alphas bear it without going crazy? And why the hell did I even smell it if I had never been able to before? What had changed?

"Liam, listen to me now. I'm going to go downstairs and take a shower. During this time, I ask you to think deeply about whether you definitely want this if you want it with me. Think of all the consequences. I won't say no to you because I know you're suffering, but it must be your decision and yours alone!"

"Please, fuck me!"

"Liam, we’ve only known each other for a few days! I beg you, think it over. I’m going to take a shower, but if you’re still sure when I get back, ask me again."

Leaving the room felt almost heroic, but I wanted to give him a few more minutes to weigh the pros and cons. What was happening felt entirely beyond my control, and I wanted him to make this decision consciously—not in the heat of the moment. Acting on impulse could seriously damage our relationship in the future. What if he resented me afterward? Thought poorly of me for taking advantage of him in a vulnerable moment?

It was bothersome to realize that he might be driven only by the heat-typical overwhelming, feverish lust, rather than a genuine wish for intimacy with me. Yet, I had to trust that he wouldn’t ask if there wasn’t real interest on his part. Still, the question remained: was arousal a strong enough reason to change the nature of our relationship? It surely didn’t ease my worry that he might ultimately loathe me afterward, thinking I’d overstepped my role as host. I didn’t want to destroy what was slowly, subtly building between us. But now I felt trapped—he asked, he begged, and refusing could push us apart for good.

The only reassuring thought was that maybe I could try to talk to him afterward—to explain and apologize. If I deniedhim now, he might just see it as another rejection, adding to an already long list of… as he once put it, ‘people who were disgusted by me’!

I took a shower, a cold one, to cool my raging mind as much as possible and restore at least a little bit of logical thinking, but unfortunately, it did not help much, my dick was like a signpost pointing in only one direction.

Almost delirious, I got out of the shower and ran upstairs.

With a frown, I walked back into Liam's room—he was in the same position, except he no longer had a dildo stuck between his buttocks—his open pink hole looking straight at me. Then I saw it shrink and pulsate, a typical symptom of heat in omegas… Yup.

"Please!"

Liam seemed to know no other words, but this time, it was almost a scream—mournful and pleading.

My heart pounded as I moved closer to him, my hoarse breaths catching in my lungs. My whole body felt primed for action, ready for something intense and unfamiliar. What was happening? I was a beta, for fuck's sake!

Liam’s wide eyes followed my every move, his head still resting on the pillow, twisted toward me.

"Liam, tell me first, will you hate me after this? Will you think I took advantage of you? That’s what I’m afraid of, and I don’t want that! I wanted to… go slowly with us, with our relationship. I wanted a chance to properly court you!" I hesitated, clenching my jaw. "So, if you want me to find someone else who can meet your needs during the heat, just say the word…" It was painfully hard to utter these sentences, but I wouldn’t be myself if I didn’t give him an option out.

But Liam would have none of it!

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