Page 174 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

Drake’s promise was nice, and I clung to those words and let them fill me with hope.

For now, at least.

Harlow

A week later

Tuesday Morning

Third Floor

It was one of those rare quiet moments I’d started to covet. Layne and Crew were off somewhere else. Drake and Roman went to clear another floor. Monty and Kol where… somewhere.

That left me and Stravos on the third floor alone.

He kept his distance and it was easy to forget he was here.

Sweat trickled down the back of my neck as I paced my room, muscles aching as if anticipating something.

Shadows blurred along the walls, a sure sign the med schedule was off again. It had happened too much lately.

I glanced around my room and frowned. It was wrong, something was off. My bed was too plain, the floor empty, the desk clean.

No. This was wrong.

I burst out of my room and stalked to Drake’s, pulling it open and smiling at the two beds pushed together, my old sheets on one and his on the other.

This was better. Still not right. A deep breath had me rushing to his dirty laundry basket and upending it on the beds. I smiled happily as I was hit with his bitter chocolate and warm spicy chili scent. It was stronger on these and I rolled around in it for a moment before tucking them around the beds.

Then I whined low in my throat.

“Not right,” I muttered as I moved to Hiro and Roman’s room. In the distance, I heard Stavos. His voice was alarmed but I ignored him as I pushed my way inside. In here, their combined scent was strong. It was crazy how I could pick out each article of clothing in their dirty laundry and identify which of my mates was wearing it.

Not bothering to be subtle, I took the whole basket with me when I couldn’t decide on my favorites.

I’d barely made it into Drake’s room when I felt the chill creep down my spine.

“Monty!” He started as he stared at me in shock. He tilted his face back and breathed in, the loud rush of air followed by a low growl.

“You’re in heat, little human,” he purred.

“Make it smell like you,” I demanded as I dumped Roman and Hiro’s dirty laundry on my bed and tucked them in any empty crevice I could find.

It was getting better.

“Kol.”

As if I summoned him, the startled gargoyle stepped in. Monty growled, head whipping around and crouching in a defensive stance.

“Stop,” I said, rushing between them then whimpering as pain hit me, doubling me over. The cramps were awful and I crawled forward, burying my nose in Kol’s thigh to breathe him in to try and ease it.

“Stravos,” he husked out. “Get the small human and halfling. Barricade this floor and bring supplies. Only you are allowed to enter, and if you value your life, do not approach this room.”

“Understood,” Stravos said as he ran off, clawed feet scratching at the tile as he moved away.

“Knot me,” I begged, my skin now soaking through enough that my clothes hung to my damp skin.

“How is this possible? You never go into heat,” Monty asked as his hands found my hips, claw tipped fingers digging into my skin as he tried to control himself.

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