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What surprises me most is the sudden rush of feelings that I know belong to my pack. Somehow, through Alex, I can sense the faintest whispers of their emotions.
Jude is pissed, but relieved.
Quinton is exhausted from restraining Bradley.
Matteo is curious, as if this is a new sensation for him.
And my brother.
My twin.
The person who knows me better than anyone else. Who has been there for me my entire life, quietly shouldering so much so that things can be easier for me? Who has sacrificed for my happiness and always supported me, even when I was wrong.
My brother’s overwhelming pride brings me to tears.
“This is new,” Matteo mumbles, rubbing his chest. “You’re all here now.”
Pain flares in the bond from Alex, and I look down to see her twisted in my lap. She’s panting, eyes squeezed tight. She’s warm to the touch, and her scent has exploded.
“Alex?” I ask, brushing her bangs from her face. “Are you okay?”
“No,” she says through gritted teeth. “Storm only happens during pre-heat.” She winces and digs her fingers into my back. “And it appears that the rush of pheromones from all of you, from the bond, has pushed me there.”
“What?” Quinton shouts, rushing away from the Designation Director and dropping to his knees beside me. “You’re in heat?”
“Will be soon. Get me to my nest, please.”
“Wait!” Warner Bradley shouts. “I can’t ignore this extradition order.”
“You can,” Jude snaps. “You can’t interfere with an Omega in heat. As her pack, her bonded Alphas, if you try to take her away, we have the right to defend her by whatever means necessary.” When did Jude research Omega laws?
He pushes past the Director and comes behind him,manhandling me to my feet while Alex stays wrapped around me. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we need to take care of our Omega.”
Chapter 37
Everythingthat just came out of my mouth was bullshit.
I’m making assumptions based on the little bit I know about Omega rights, assuming that Warner Bradley can’t do anything now that Alex is in heat, but maybe he can.
I’d like to see the little weasel fucking try, though.
Usually, I’d be opposed to violence against Omegas, but all bets are off when it comes to protecting mine. He seems to value self-preservation, though, because he takes a few steps back.
“Understood. I will communicate this to Dr. Smith and the governor. We can readdress this when her heat is over. But it won’t go away. You all know that.”
“Sure do. Bye now.” I shove past him, following Dexter as he carries Alex out of the tent. Before I can join them in the trailer, I have to make a few stops.
“Tony!” I shout, stalking through the trailers. “Wake up!” I bang on his door until he opens it, bleary-eyed.
“Bossman, what’s going on?”
“Alex is in heat, and we have to go to Florida.”
His eyes widen. “What do you need?”
“I need you to get a skeleton crew to drive our trailer there. I know you were supposed to get a month off after tonight’s show, but we need to do this.”
I’m asking a lot. This was the last stop of our tour, and now I’m asking some of our crew to take time away from their vacation. The time they’d seen their families.
