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"You," she muttered as she got up from the large sunken bed. "I need you in here. Can I have your shirt?" She held her hand out to me, fully expecting me to give it to her, and honestly, I was powerless to resist.

She quickly grabbed it from me, crawling back into her nest, digging my shirt into some of the pillows we'd purchased.

"I need more," she muttered to herself.

"Okay, baby. I'll get you some more."

"The Alphas too!" she called to me as I walked out.

As I stepped out into the hallway, I caught William heading down from the upstairs office, his sleeves rolled to the elbows, reading glasses perched on his nose. He paused when he saw me, then tilted his head, nostrils flaring just slightly.

"You smell that?" he asked, voice low.

I blinked. "No? What?"

He gave me a look. Worried, but laced with something else... something hopeful.

"Her scent," he murmured. "It's stronger."

I paused, turned back toward the door. Her soft, sweet scent still lingered in the air from where I'd just come, and I finally picked up what he was referring to.

It also explained her need for our scents in her nest.

Shit.

My heart did a little stutter. "You think it's..."

William nodded slowly. "I don't understand how, because from what aware she's on suppressants, but yes."

I ran a hand through my hair, feeling like the biggest fucking idiot in the world.

"William, she's been on those things for two years. They're not meant to be taken that long," I told my Alpha, resting my head on his shoulder.

He pulled me into his embrace and tucked me close. "What are you saying, An?"

"I'm saying, big guy, our Omega is going into what we in the medical industry call a 'breakthrough heat'."

"It's fine, we've got this," William told me as he squeezed me again. "You go tell her, in case she's not aware what's going on with her, and I'll go grab the twins."

"She wanted our scents. Bring blankets from the twins’ bedrooms, and maybe some clothes from our bags, okay?"

He nodded before pulling away and walking down the hallway.

I turned around and went straight back into my Omega's nest to tell her what was happening.

And hopefully convince her to let us help her through her first heat.

Chapter 23

Christa

It started like static. A tingle beneath my skin that wouldn’t ease, a restless ache building between my thighs that made me want to climb out of myself. The hoodie I wore felt too thick, too scratchy, the weight of my bra like a cage I needed to escape. I kicked off my pants, practically ripped off the hoodie and took off the bra so quickly that I was worried I might have ripped it.

I curled into the soft haven I'd built for myself, my nose rooting into the shirt I'd hidden under one of the pillows. A needy whimper slipped from my lips, startling me as I pushed in deeper into my new safe space.

My nest.

The word should have felt foreign, but it didn’t. It felt like something that had always belonged to me but had been hidden away for so long I’d nearly forgotten. Now, surrounded by plushblankets and pillows it was like a long lost memory surfacing. The feeling was so foreign.

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