Page 15 of Sincerely, Pack Pucked
She nodded. “Please do. My phone is charging on the nightstand, you can add your number.”
I smiled. “I’ll do that… when I can reach it.”
It would be somewhat hard to reach over the nest to get her phone when she was still very naked, curled up in my arms, locked on my knot.
I wasn’t complaining, though. I wasn’t looking forward to leaving her, but she was a solo heat kind of girl, and I didn’t want to impose. Once was enough. Hopefully, she would sleep for the next few hours.
It didn’t take long for her to drift into a deep sleep. Once I was sure she was dead to the world, I extracted myself from the nest, resisting the urge to dive back in and stay there until her heat was over.
Picking up her phone, I was pleased to see that there was no lock code so I could add my number to her contacts, all the while making a mental note to tell her she really needed to add a passcode for safety.
Taking one last look at her lying in the nest, a pillow clutched to her chest, her face smooshed adorably into the bedding, I wanted nothing more than to crawl back in for a snuggle.
She was in heat, though, and couldn’t make rational decisions for herself, so all I could do was wait for her phone call.
And fuck, did I want her to call.
Chapter 5
Mable
I’dneverhad any help during my heats.
From my very first heat, I had ridden them out solo.
Then I find myself in a surprise heatonetime, and I end up hooking up with not one, buttwodifferent alphas? Strangers, at that?
If it hadn’t been for the evidence all over my body, from the bruises on my neck to the slightly sore but satisfied sensation between my legs, I would have assumed I had hallucinated the entire thing.
Crawling out of my nest and throwing open my windows to air the place out, I hauled myself into the shower, ignoring the sadness that welled up when it dawned on me I was about to wash away any trace of alpha scents. Sure, I had already lost the scent of the first alpha because I had washed his scent off me after our encounter, but the second alpha had clung to me throughout my entire heat in a comforting way.
There was no avoiding it, though. I stank of slick, heat, and probably a copious amount of sweat. I couldn’t go out in public smelling like that.
Deep down, I was more satisfied than I usually was after a heat. When I went through a heat solo, I often came out of it witha sensation of emptiness, like I’d missed out on something. I still felt that a little , but it was nowhere near as strong as it usually was.
Would going through my heat with a pack of alphas stop that feeling?
After the longest shower in existence, I wrapped myself in a towel and sat at my tiny desk for a while. My nest was quite smelly at this point, so I couldn’t just flop among the sheets until I had washed them.
Post heat was also an exhausting time. It felt like going through the heat had drained me of every ounce of energy, and now all my movements were sluggish. As if it wasn’t bad enough that I had to go through the heat itself, I then had to take care of everything afterward, including showering and completely redoing my nest. Not to mention, I hadn’t eaten a proper meal in days.
It was a lot for one omega.
Still, it wasn’t like I had any other options.
Wearing nothing but a towel, my hair dripping wet, I picked up my phone.
My group chat on ChattyPack had several messages.
S
Hey, are you okay?
D
You can’t just say you’re sick and not reply!
J
