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I swear to god, if some biker pervs try for me, I’m not going down without a fight.
My fight or flight instincts kick in, and I take a step back, ready to run.
The two of them get off their bikes, their hulking frames unfolding to full height. I pause again, part of me curious about the men before me.
When they take their helmets off and run their hands through their platinum blond hair, I nearly choke on my own tongue at the sight of them.
Nope. Not creepy old men at all. Far from it.
“Need some help, little lady?” the one on the left asks, his voice a deep husky purr.
And when the guy standing next to him shoots me a grin that quite literally has me slicking my panties, I have to resist the urge to get on my knees and thank the gods above.
Maybe this day isn’t so bad after all.
SIX MONTHS LATER
“What do you think about them?”I ask Maya, nodding my head towards the pack a few tables down from the one we're eating our lunch at.
She looks up from her laptop and frowns. “They’re… cute?” she answers, making it sound more like a question.
I laugh. “I think so.” I shrug, grabbing a fry from my plate and popping it into my mouth.
“Do you know anything about them?” Maya asks, looking back over to the laughing pack of Alphas.
“Not yet. They’re the pack I’m supposed to meet with tomorrow.”
When I first came to Calling Wood, the idea of hooking up with packs I didn’t know just to help me through my heats was something I was very set against. That was until I had my first heat and realized why this program is offered. Doing my heat solo wasn’t fun. Not at all. It was uncomfortable, unsatisfying, and pretty painful. I cried for most of it because no matter how many times I got myself off, it was never enough. I craved an Alpha’s touch, a hard cock, and a thick knot.
Once it was over, I thought maybe it was just because it was my first heat, that the next one would be better. I was partly right. It wasn’t as painful as the first, but it was still a miserable time.
After a few more solo heats, I caved and signed up for the program. I’m only looking for packs to help me through my heat, though. I am still very much set on not settling down right now. It’s not that I would deny myself if a perfect pack came along, but I'm not going to lead them on either.
Every pack I met with was supposed to be under the impression that everything between us is sex only. Nothing more. That was until I met Pack Brownwell.
They were wonderful to me. For my first time, not only having a heat with partners, but having sex with another person, they made me feel amazing, safe, and very satisfied. The sex was beyond anything I could have imagined. Cocks and knots were exactly what this Omega needed.
But by my third heat with them, they started asking me out on dates, wanting to get to know me better.
It’s not that I didn’t enjoy their company—I’m sure they would be just as fun to be around outside the bedroom as they were inside—but the fact is that this was only meant to be sex, nothing more. Hanging out with them and getting to know them outside my heats might give them the wrong impression about what I wanted out of this relationship. So, I called their pack leader, Tyler, and told him that he and his pack mates were great men and that I couldn’t thank them enough for what they had done for me, but this wasn’t going to work out.
I was right. Because a few weeks later, I saw them out on a date with their brand new scent match. We weren't meant to be. I’m happy for them, though.
“Another pack?” She raises a brow. “What about Pack Brownwell? What was wrong with them?”
“Nothing,” I admit. “I called things off because they seemed to want something more. It’s a good thing, too, because they ended up meeting their scent match.”
I watch as a glimmer of sadness coats Maya’s eyes.
We’ve become very close since the day I met her in the library, and I learned she really has her heart set on finding the people who were destined for her, and she isn't going to settle for anything less.
I admire that about her. She’s a girl who knows what she wants and goes for it.
“Hey.” I place my hand on hers. “You’re going to find your pack someday, I just know it.”
She gives me a small smile and nods. “Maybe. But not now.” She shakes her head. “No time for boys. Not unless they’re the ones in books.” We both laugh.
I maybe managed to last two weeks after meeting Maya before my big mouth blurted out, “Are you Marie Day?” I caught her off guard, putting her on the spot. She didn’t know what tosay and gaped at me. So I spilled the beans and told her about snooping on her computer.
