Page 55 of The Rejected Omega

“No. Nowhere public.”

I swallow.

Connor shakes his head and rolls the windows down, sending my hair whipping all over my face.

“Who is it?”

“It’s not important.”

“Did you choose him? For your heat?”

I really ought to let him believe that, but I can’t bring myself to.

“No.”

“I can’t stand his scent on you. You smellwrong.”

I sigh. “He’s just a friend. I’ve been struggling, without the suppressants. Everything smells soloud. I thought it might help.”

“You let afriendrub his spunk on your glands?”

I roll my eyes. “Gross. And no. I didn’t care to walk around with dried semen on my neck all day.”

“If it was the right alpha, you would love it.”

I swallow.The right alpha.

“Does he smell like garbage to you too?”

“He smells like I’m going to fucking kill someone if I don’t get his scent off you.”

Connor exits the highway for a random country backroad, pulls over on the side, and unbuckles.

“What are we doing?”

He stares out the windshield and shakes his head, then leans over and unbuckles my seatbelt.

Shit. Was he actually going to kick me out? I don’t even have a rideshare app on my phone anymore since there’s like one driver in town, and he’s a creep.

“Maybe we should take a walk.”

“Fuck a walk.”

“Connor—”

Connor leans over and grips my hips, lifting me and pulling me into his lap.

I go still as a mouse. I’m in Connor Masters’ lap.My mate’slap. Without suppressants.

Connor seems half-here, half in crazed, primal alpha land.

My legs are draped across the center console, and I try and settle into a more comfortable position.

“Stop squirming,” he grits between his teeth.

“What are you?—”

“I just need a minute. I can’t think with his scent on you. And fuck if I’m gonna let my car smell like this.”

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