Page 33 of Lost
I don’t want to pick it up, but my sense of duty demands that I do it anyway. Turning my body as quickly as I can, I barely look at the screen before picking it.
“Hello,” I breathe, my eyes slit in pain. “Is Quinn okay?”
I just barely noticed that it was Pack Kelly before I picked up.
“She’s fine,” Linus says slowly. “We wanted to check on you. I heard that you left the hospital pretty quickly.”
“I’m fine,” I grit out. “Fuck. I’m going to be away for a few days, and then I’ll come up for air. I just needed space.”
“Why do you sound fun?—”
Linus is cut off before the phone is ripped away from him, and I prepare to hang up.
“Nova,” Quinn says. “If I told you I needed you, could you get here?”
“No,” I say honestly, shuddering in pain. “I can’t move or drive right now.”
“You’re in heat, aren’t you?”she asks.
“Yeah. I’m mostly safe in my van?—”
“Your van?!” she yells. Quinn isn’t one to talk much, so her interest is surprising.
“I’m….” I attempt to breathe, but can’t. Tears begin to fall and I feel myself losing my shit. This is going to be really fucking bad. “I gotta go. It’s not the first time I’ve done this. I’ll be fine.”
I just hadn’t met a scent match before this.Caleb and Lars don’t count in this because my body won’t be craving them yet. Hopefully.
“Nova. You need your scent matches. The mafia grapevine talks, and it’s very clear that you’ve met them,”Quinn says urgently.
“I don’t need or want any of them,” I wheeze. “I’ll talk to you in a few days.”
Hanging up, I set up an automated voicemail to explain that I’m away for a few days due to my heat and then turn the phone off. At some point I took it off airplane mode in case someone needed me, but now I’m beyond talking to anyone.
“Ahh,” I scream into my pillow, my body trying to get as small as possible.
Pixie has food in her automated dispenser, and while she’s glanced at me a few times in worry, she’s gone back to ignoring me as she cleans herself.
There’s a warm, burning sensation in my stomach, and my skin feels too tight. It’s as if anxiety and the need to be fucked had a baby. My van doesn’t feel right, it’s not my tiny house, but I’m too far away to get back.
I had everything exactly the way I like there, and I haven’t had to live in my van in months. My hand blindly reaches for a knotted toy, my eyes crossing from the pain as I find it. It’s exhausting being an omega sometimes, and also incredibly isolating.
Everything revolves around being safe, not triggering an alpha with your presence, and managing your own mental health as an omega. While a pack helps by showering you with love and care, I’ve seen the results of packs that don’t do that.
It’s why I’ve always told myself that I don’t want one and can take care of myself.
I’m naked under the blankets, attempting to push this large toy inside of me when someone bangs on the door. Swallowing back a scream, I huddle under my blankets, glad that the windows are all blocked and the van is locked up.
Unfortunately, it’s pretty obvious that I’m inside since I’m hooked up to the camp’s electricity, waste, and water.
“Open up!” the male voice yells. “We have reports of screaming in here.”
Well fuck.
“I’m fine,” I call back. “I’m not opening the door though. I’m paid up through the next few days, so there’s no reason for you to be here.”
The alpha on the other side of the door inhales deeply and I whimper. Fuck, this could be so bad. My heart pounds as he tries to rip open the door, and grab my phone to power it back on.
Stupid, Nova.I wouldn’t have driven so far if I’d known that I would go into heat. In my pain, I just drove until it stopped, which was really fucking far. My fingers open a text to Lars sinceCaleb is blocked now, my hands dropping the damn phone at least twice due to how hard my hands are shaking.
