Page 5 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

I instinctively want to flee, but politeness keeps me rooted to the spot. Plus, if I run, he will know I’m hiding something. Alphas don’t like to be kept in the dark about anything.

“Could you help me find the book I’m looking for?” he asks, eyes scouring my body. God, he isn’t even discreet about it. He must not have a mate.

I wonder if he has a pack.No, I can’t let my mind go there.

“Of course,” I reply, swallowing hard. As we walk through the library, he follows closely behind me, his presence practically radiating heat. My heart hammers against my ribs, and I concentrate on keeping my breathing steady.

But my pussy is clenching as I try to keep my slick from releasing. Alphas could sense when an omega is horny, and I can’t let him suspect me for a second.

After my horrible experience with Zorin and his pack, I need to push him away.

“Sometimes these books can be a bit disorganized,” I blurt out nervously as we arrive at the correct shelf, trying to fill the silence between us. “But I’m sure we’ll find it in no time.”

“Your dedication to this library is admirable,” he says, joining me in scanning the shelves. We reach up to touch the spine of the same book, our hands colliding.

A sudden bolt of electricity goes through me, and my breathing stops as he sharply looks at me.

Shit, he must have felt that too.

“Oh! Here it is,” I announce, distracting him by pulling the book from its hiding place. “This should be what you’re looking for.”

“Thank you,” he murmurs, his fingers brushing mine as he takes the book. The contact sends another shiver down my spine.

“You’re welcome,” I say softly, unable to meet his intense gaze any longer.

My heart races as he pauses and sniffs the air, his steel-gray eyes suddenly locking onto mine with the intensity of a thousand stares. Panic bubbles in my chest, and I freeze, wondering if he can sense that I’m really an omega beneath the scent blockers.

If an alpha pack discovered an omega was around, they wouldn’t waste any time claiming them.

“Very nice,” he says, holding the book, but his eyes are still on me.

“Uh, this is the general area for the books you’re looking for,” I stammer, making a hasty excuse to leave him there.

As I move away, I can feel his eyes on my body, my blue dress swishing around my thighs. My heart pounds so hard I’m sure he can hear it.

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Ten minutes later,I’m chatting with my co-worker at the front desk when the alpha approaches, a stack of books cradled in his arms.

“Whoa, he’s hot,” whispers Annabelle.

“Don’t stare,” I hiss as he deliberately approaches my side of the desk, placing the books down.

My heart races as I try to act nonchalant, focusing on scanning the books.

Suddenly, the alpha places his hand on top of mine, stopping my movements and sending lightning spikes through my body.

“Have you lived here your whole life?” he asks, his question coming out of nowhere. But I know he’s trying to figure me out and getting frustrated.

I laugh nervously, trying to hide my discomfort.

“Yes, of course,” I lie, my breathing labored as slick seeps from my pussy. My underwear is probably wet as hell. It’s been years since I’ve been around an alpha, and his presence is affecting me on another level.

I turn my attention back to the computer screen as he checks me out. His name is Gunnar Thorne, and I file it in my mind, planning to look him up later on social media.

Relief washes over me as he gathers his books and leaves with one last look at me.

“What was that about?” asks Annabelle, her eyebrows raising as we watch the hot alpha saunter his way to the exit doors.

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