Page 120 of Knot What She Seems
“I am,” I whimper as a needy ache unfurls deep in my chest. My panties turn damp.
And the fire? It’s everywhere. I’m nothing but a flaming torch, and I’m burning, burning, burning.
My scent blocker spray from this morning? Useless. Might as well have been water.
An unfamiliar alpha student jumps to his feet, a growl traveling up his throat, and he begins to assess the room with keen, predatory eyes. Another alpha joins him, then another, then another, and it takes me a moment to realize they’re searching for the omega with the scent.
They’re searching forme.
Icy cold fingers of dread creep down my spine.
Oh…fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I’m going into heat.
I’m in a building full of alpha males, and I’m going into goddamn heat.
And I have no idea how I’m going to get out of this.
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Out of nowhere,Colter releases a roar and charges at the nearest recruit, lifting the alpha up and bodily throwing him into the soldier behind him.
“This is a drill, fuckwits! You think the Noths won’t toss out omega-heat grenades to distract you? Focus! Or you’ll get picked off.” He charges at another man and lowers his shoulder, barreling into him and taking him down to the mats.
Immediately, every soldier in the room tenses and shifts gears. That instinctual alpha need to find, claim, and dominate an omega ripples and shimmers, transforming into the fury of a male who thinks he’s been hoodwinked and is fighting for his life.
Thank fuck!
Though Kylian and Ridge throw Colter slightly confused glances, as if they’re not quite certain what their packmate is up to, they follow his lead.
“A Group and B Group from last week, reform and resume the same ranks. Fight it out. Let’s see who can resist the omega scent longest,” Ridge calls out with authority.
Immediately, the men in the gym move to comply. Hand-to-hand battles resume, and I toss an alarmed look in Sam’s direction as I slowly stand up, unsure how the hell I’m going to pull off fighting right now when my body is literally about to melt.
And how am I going to hide my scent?
I’m perfuming right now and even the bodysuit and scent dampeners can’t stop the sugary sweet smell of an omega going into heat.
Another alpha comes rushing in my direction, teeth bared—Colter grabs the man by the back of the neck and flings him sideways before charging straight at me. I lock eyes with my scent match, and slick starts to pool in my panties automatically, his presence setting off my instincts even further.
“What do you want me to do—” Sam starts to whisper, but I cut him off.
“Go. Just go.” I barely get the words out through gritted teeth before Colter stands in front of me, chest heaving. A huge delicious wall of alpha male, he blocks off any view I have of the rest of the room.
All I can see are abs. Deliciously carved abs. And dark nipples pointing out of a chest that’s a crisscross of scars.
Need vibrates through me, erasing all other thoughts—including self-preservation as I reach for him.
“Goddammit, Ted. Get this fucking ankle fixed,” Colter shouts for the rest of the room’s benefit before yanking my arm around his shoulder and pulling my body tightly against his.
Yesss.
“Just wait a little longer. Let me get you somewhere safe,” my huge mate whispers in my ear, the fabric of his mask dragging across the sensitive skin of my cheek.
