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Only then do I exhale, sinking into the comfort, my body momentarily soothed. I feel a deep need for sleep and I’m pulled into an easy deep sleep, ensconced in Alpha scent.
MYAlphas. My Omega purrs.
27
BRODIE
One second, we were standing outside on the porch, half-distracted, sipping coffee and talking about clearing away the last of the snow. The next, every muscle in my body goes tight.
Tyler stops mid-sentence, his usual easygoing expression slipping into something sharper. His fingers twitch around his mug, his shoulders locking with a tension that mirrors my own.
Ethan, who had been half-listening from where he stands by the door, stills completely.
“Where’s Sophie?” Tyler asks, his voice lower, tighter than before.
I already know before I even take a breath. My body knows, my instincts screaming at me as my nostrils flare slightly, inhaling deep.
And then—fuck. My hands curl into fists as my spine straightens, the primal need to move, togo to her, slamming into my chest.
“She’s nesting,” I murmur, voice raw with something that is equal parts awe and something darker, something more primal.
Ethan’s reaction is immediate. His body goes rigid, his jaw flexing, his control fragile. The words settle between us, heavy and charged with meaning.
Sophie’s heat is coming. And it’s comingfast.
A moment stretches, heavy with anxiety, before I step toward the stairs. But Ethan grips my arm, fingers like iron bands.
“We can’t just go up there,” he grits out, but there’s a wildness in his eyes, barely contained. His Alpha instincts war with his reason, his need to protect, to soothe, to claim, clawing at the surface.
Tyler exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. “If she needs us, she’ll let us know,” he says, but the way his fingers flex at his sides tells me he’s barely holding himself together.
Then, suddenly, the air changes again.
Sophie’s scent sharpens, deepens, rolling through the house in thick, intoxicating waves. It’s rich with heat, sweet and overwhelming, clinging to every surface, every breath.
It calls to us, her body announcing itself the way nature intended, the way an unclaimed Omega in pre-heat does.
The reaction is instant.
My muscles coil, tension snapping through every nerve like a live wire. Beside me, Ethan’s grip tightens before he rips his hand away like touching me burns him.
Tyler lets out a sharp curse under his breath, his head tilting back as if fightingthe need to scent the air again, to inhale more of her, to go to her.
Every instinct inside of me demands that I move, that I follow the pull upstairs to where Sophie is tucked away, probably tangled in a mess of blankets and our clothes, desperate for the scent of her pack to surround her.
It would be so easy. Just a few steps, just one door.
My jaw locks. My entire body burns.
The tension between us is suffocating, thick with unspoken need and the raw, undeniable pull toward Sophie. Every breath carries her scent—sweet, intoxicating,ours—and it’s unraveling us by the second.
Tyler paces, fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tight as he grits out, “Sheneedsus.”
Ethan is still, too still, but his eyes are dark, flickering with a war he’s barely winning. “She does,” he agrees, voice rough, pained. “But we can’t push her. She’ll come to us when she’s ready.”
My body is screaming to go to her, to answer the call of our Omega, to claim and mark and make sure no one ever questions who she belongs to.
MINE, my Alpha roars, fierce and territorial.
