Page 24 of Mating the Omega
It was the one trick I had left. I could only hope that my own biology wouldn’t desert me.
Voices sounded below my window, then the front door opened and closed.
“Jason?” my dad called.
“Up here.”
His footsteps thumped heavily on the stairs, and then he was in my door. “Are you sure you’ll be all right here alone? I don’t mind staying. We can wrestle in the living room like we used to do when you were a pup.”
“Dad, I’d wipe the floor with you now.”
“You’re turning down a chance at payback?” He grinned, but behind it was worry. He suspected something was up, he just didn’t know what. And I wasn’t sure which way he’d jump if I told him, so I chose to go with the scent I could follow. Tomorrow, he’d know everything, but by then it would be too late.
“I’m fine.” Okay, not entirely fine. The urge to run, to find Mac—funny how it had zeroed in on Mac now, this need to mate—I was fidgety with it. But Dad understood, at least the part about the urges. I seriously hoped he no inkling of Mac.
“They’re having a barbecue before we run. Imagine, a party before full moon.” His voice held an edge of wonder and more than a hint of frustration with our old pack. “I’ll bring you back some.”
I shook my head. “There probably won’t be any left by the time you get back. I might just finish off the ice cream and go to bed.”
“There’s half the container left.” Like he’d never seen me polish off a couple pints of ice cream at one time during my heats.
I flopped back on the bed, groaned, “I know!” and pulled a pillow down over my face.
It worked. He laughed, patted my knee, and said, “I’ll see you in the morning.”
I waved at him from under the pillow, heard him laugh again, and shortly after I heard the sound of the door closing. Immediately, I tossed the pillow on the floor and went to look out the window. My jailer was still there.
Fuck.
But no, there he was, the Alpha, walking down the road with Mac. My body clenched at the sight of Mac’s red hair, and well, all his other body parts. For that matter, a lot of my own body parts were taking notice of Mac’s presence. I pressed my palm against my cock, and told it, “You’ll be getting yours tonight. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
They walked up to my jailer and spoke to him for a few minutes. I could have listened in, but every time Mac spoke, my hormones went into overdrive, so I went and hid in the bathroom with the shower running. I guess my heat wasn’t as over as I thought it was. For once, I wasn’t cursing it for being too long. This time, it suited me fine.
I listened to the shower until it made me pee, then decided that I shouldn’t be wasting the pack’s water, and I wanted a shower before my run tonight anyway. My clothes went into the hamper—I wouldn’t need them after the jailer left—and I adjusted the water to something that wouldn’t freeze my cock off before I got a chance to use it.
It was tempting to jack off before I went. Lady Medeina, I was horny, and excited enough about tonight to jump out of my skin. Too many years of waiting, wondering who it was who would claim me. If I would be happy. Well, that one was still up for grabs, but, as Mom used to say, no point in borrowing trouble when there’s nothing you can do about it. But now that I had permission to think about him, it was all I could do not to run straight out to the security building and beg him to take me. I didn’t think he’d make me unhappy, not on purpose.
Please don’t let him change after.
I took my time cleaning up, making sure I was ready. Nothing was going to stand in the way. Finally, I couldn’t come up with any other stuff to kill time, so I turned off the shower and toweled the water from my skin as I went to my bedroom window again.
He was gone. Relief and excitement made me shiver, but I had to make sure. I snuck down the stairs and peered out through the living room window, then I carefully opened the back door and checked out there too.
No one.
I slipped out onto the deck and changed into my wolf form. Hardly anyone back home would know what I looked like as a wolf—it had been years since they’d seen me change, and I’d still been mostly a puppy then. I shook out my dark gray fur—much nicer than the hair I had when I was human—and trotted off in the direction of the security building.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The Alpha had left it pretty much up to me how I handled the night. I knew exactly what I wanted to do.
Down the road I trotted, and out into the little woods with the pond, then out the other side of the trees—now in human form—with a half dozen good-sized rocks cradled in my arms. The only thing the Alpha had suggested was that, since Mac was covering this section of the enclave fence, I could use that to get him out of the security building. So there I was, on a chilly April evening, wearing nothing but goosebumps, and throwing rocks at the fence, trying to hit the silver bars at the top and set off their sensors.
It took all my rocks, but I got in three good hits, the last one chiming bell-like off into the night. If that didn’t set off the sensors, I didn’t know what would. I dusted my hands and headed back to the pond to wait.
Mac was good. It was only ten minutes before I heard the sound of an engine, then the silence as it was turned off. I borrowed from my wolf and listened for footsteps in the forest litter, tracking Mac’s progress as he explored the wood.
At least, I hoped it was Mac. That was the one weak point of the plan. There were four of them working this section of the fence. It would be just my luck to get the other team.
