Page 15 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

The storage room is just a few doors down from the break room, but it’s the furthest space from where the alphas are sitting, and I think it will be the safest. Hopefully, the smell of dusty, damaged books and stale air will mask my scent so the alphas out there won’t detect me. Part of me knows their sense of smell is stronger than that, but I can only hope they will leave me alone.

I open the door to the storage room and turn on the light.

It flickers as another ominous roll of thunder sounds overhead. I shudder and sink to the floor, wrapping my arms around myself.

This night couldn’t have gone any worse.

The storm has awakened my nightmares from the night I was attacked by my old pack, and now I’m stuck in the library, my safe place, with three new alphas whose intentions I can’t be sure of.

I try not to cry, knowing it will only cause my scent blockers to wear off faster due to strong emotions, but a tear rolls down my cheek anyway.

I swipe it away, trying not to dwell on my past.

After all these years, I’m not immune to an alpha’s charm. I thought I would be, but I can’t stop thinking about them.

I can’t deny how attractive Damon, Max, and Gunnar are. I don’t want to think about my attraction to them, but my skin tingles, and my body responds when I picture Damon’s dark eyes staring at me. It’s been so long since I’ve been in heat, and with my inhibitors wearing off, I know nothing can block my true omega nature.

The throbbing intensifies, a heartbeat between my thighs. The feeling is almost overwhelming, and I can’t resist the urge any longer.

Before I can second-guess myself, I lift my dress and slide my panties down my legs, my thighs parting to expose my slick pussy to the cool air in the storage room.

Tentatively, I touch myself, gasping at how wet I am. Sliding two fingers around my pussy, I sigh, imagining it’s Damon, Max, or Gunnar touching me.

CHAPTER5

Damon

“She’s hiding something,” Max says, scratching his head in confusion.

“I think we know why,” Gunnar adds, staring in the direction Lena disappeared, as if willing her to reappear before us.

She has a scent.

Humans aren’t supposed to emit a natural scent like us wolves.

“It can’t be,” I mutter. She wouldn’t live in seclusion without an alpha pack if she were an omega. She would need a wolf pack of her own to survive her heat. Something about Lena and the secrets she’s hiding intrigues me. I want to know more about her, but I know I’ll have to work to get to know her.

Nothing about her makes sense right now.

The storm rages outside, and the lights in the library flicker with the thunder overhead. A flash of lightning crosses the sky, illuminating the trees and whipping wildly in the wind. The tornado should be passing through or already passed, and I hope the building is sturdy enough to withstand the strong winds and pelting rain.

Thirty minutes pass when I realize Lena is not returning to this part of the library. Max is stretched out on the couch, playing on his phone, while Gunnar reads a manual.

Maybe she slept, but I sense that she’s avoiding us. Her nervous behavior and her unwillingness to open up about herself are odd.

The instinct to protect her and ensure she’s okay washes over me.

“We need to talk to her,” I say after contemplating for a while. Standing up from my chair, I stretch, and my joints crack. “She’s avoiding us.”

“If she’s an omega, it doesn’t make sense for her to avoid us,” Gunnar says. “She should want to be knotted and mated. She doesn’t have a pack.”

“And if she does?” Max counters.

“Highly unlikely,” I say, sniffing the air, searching for her fading scent as I walk in the direction she ran off to.

We wander through the library, looking into all the tiny nooks and crannies where Lena may have crawled to hide from the storm and get some sleep. Eventually, we move toward the back of the building and the staff break room.

To my surprise, she’s not in there, but a delicious scent of vanilla wafts towards me from down the hallway.

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