Page 11 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

“Thanks, Lena,” says the one named Max, running his hand through his curly red hair.Oh my god, his voice sounds familiar. “Beautiful name.”

I nod, blushing as I wonder why he has such an effect on me.

A strange coppery scent reaches my nose, and I sniff the air gently, trying to place it. It’s coming from one of the alphas, and I stare at them more intently, wondering what the smell is. In the dim light of the library, I see a small splash of red across Max’s neck, and it clicks into place- it’s blood that I can smell on him.

“Are you hurt?” I ask abruptly, wondering if I should get the first aid kit. Alphas can generally care for themselves, but I need to pretend that I think they’re human, so a first aid kit would seem more realistic. Max frowns at the question, and I gesture to his neck. “You have some blood on your neck. Did you injure yourself?”

“You’re observant,” Damon comments, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. I shrug, trying to play it off as nothing.

“Just 20/20 vision,” I lie. “Should I get you a bandage, Max?”

He wipes the blood off his neck and then onto his pants.

“Nah,” he says with a grin. “I guess I missed a spot after all my hard work today.”

Gunnar glances at him with a scowl, and I frown, choosing to ignore his comment.

I can’t get involved with them in any way, period. Whatever they were up to before they showed up at my library is their business, not mine, and it needs to stay that way.

“Oh, okay,” I say quickly, trying to end the topic.

“A bandage is not necessary,” Max says. “I appreciate your concern.”

Something about his voice pulls at a memory tucked away in the back of my mind. I try to remember why his voice would be familiar, but I can’t quite place it. The memory is out of reach, and it eludes me.

I pushed it aside for now, figuring I would rack my brain later when I was alone.

Damon is staring at me and into my eyes, which makes me flinch. He’s disgusted by my different eye colors.

“Is something wrong?” I ask, wringing my hands.

“You have beautiful eyes,” he compliments, and my face heats. If he keeps scrutinizing me like this, I might as well take off my panties and offer myself to him this very minute.

God, it’s been so long.

“Can I get anyone anything to eat or drink?” I ask, suddenly getting up to shake off the feeling. “We have some snacks and drinks in the break room that I would be happy to share if you guys are hungry.”

“No thanks, love,” Gunnar says with a shake of his head, making my stomach somersault. “We’re all good, thank you."

He’s just as handsome as I remember, but the fact that he found his way back to me after I had politely brushed him off makes me uneasy. I had been right to think he would be back for more and wouldn't leave me alone until he found out who I was. Damon may have that dangerous vibe, but I knew that Gunnar was the one to watch out for.

He probably already told his pack about me, and I need to tread carefully for the next couple few hours.

“Are you sure? It’s no problem for me to get the snacks,” I blurt out.

I want nothing more than to hide away from these alphas at the back of the library, but my nature as an omega makes me want to please them. I need to be a good host.

“Lena, darling, we’re fine,” Damon growls, and I hate how my skin tingles at the term of endearment. “You’re doing enough just letting us shelter here, I assure you.”

“Let me just show you what we’ve got,” I babble, backing away towards the break room, needing an excuse to leave.

“I promise you we don’t need anything,” Max protests, but I shake my head, refusing to take no for an answer.

“I’ll be right back. I’m sure you’ll change your mind,” I stammer. “Besides, I just want you to be comfortable!”

I turn and hurry deeper into the library, secretly relieved to no longer be in their presence.

I keep looking back as I go, checking to ensure the alphas aren't following me, but the passage behind me is clear. My pussy clenches at the thought of all of them rutting me and knotting deep inside me.

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