Page 1 of Mink Hijinks
PAX
I breathe out a sigh as Mom continues on. The speakerphone is loud as I finish packing for the trip I just told her about. The one where I’m not coming home this year.
“What do you mean you won’t be home for the holidays?”
“I don’t wish to spend my Heat around family,” I grind out. Not to mention, I’m tired of her trying to hook me up with every random Alpha she knows.
“You’ve done it before. We haven’t seen you since spring.”
“And you probably won’t see me until spring again.” I plop on my bed and bring my bag to my chest. “I won’t be there. I booked a cute little cabin in the woods to deal with the situation.” I hope it’s not too close to anyone. My Heat can be intense, and that’s why I hate having it at my apartment. Too many Alphas in this building, and the walls are too thin for me to fuck myself with my knotting dildo without everyone in the three stories knowing exactly what I’m doing.
“I’m disappointed.” Mom puffs out a sigh, not unlike my own from mere minutes ago.
“I’ve been a disappointment since birth, so it’s not anything new.” I want to take the words back as soon as I say them.
“You’re not a disappointment, Pax. Just the situation.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” I scrub my hand through the scruff of my jaw.
“I love you, you know. I just want the best for you. You’re my baby.”
“I know, and I’m sorry my Heat is always at the worst times.” Sometimes they are, and sometimes I fib a little, so I don’t get thrown into situations I don’t want to deal with. But this time, I can already feel the beginning of my Heat. I have time to make it to the cabin, as long as everything goes according to plan.
“Anna should be there with her new Omega. He sounds like such a nice guy. I’ll ask if he has an Alpha sibling for you.”
Here we go, and I’m not even there. “Please don’t.”
“It’s no trouble.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose like I do with so many conversations with my mother. “I’d rather find my own partner. Sorry, gotta go. Love ya.”
“Love you. Kisses.”
I hang up before she can try to pull me back into a new conversation. My apartment is clean and ready for my little adventure. My Heat should only take about three days, and the rest of the time I can laze about doing nothing while I recover.
While I’m not a virgin, I’ve never let anyone help me through my Heat. I get needy and beg, and it’s so damn embarrassing. Especially for an Omega that looks like me.
The first thing everyone thinks before they scent me is Alpha. Ilooklike an Alpha. I have muscles built from working out at the gym and my mechanic job. Most Alphas I know don’t want an Omega that looks like an Alpha. My designation makes me self-conscious. Being a Beta would have been a far better fate than being an Omega. My older sisters are both Betas, and I’m envious of them every damn day.
My fingers fly across my phone, sending a message to my best friend that I’m heading out. Buckle’s an Alpha, but we’re notinto each other. A cabin in the woods for my Heat was Buckle’s idea, and I could have kissed him for it. In a platonic way, of course.
Buckle: Hope you find a sexy Alpha to dick you down in the airport bathroom. You probably need it to relax before getting into a giant flying death box.
I groan. He’s not wrong. Getting fucked silly before the flight would calm me down enough to relax. But that’s not what I’m leaving home for. I just want peace and quiet and an easy Heat without an Alpha sniffing around, and I’m hoping the cabin can give me that.
AARON
“You’re so funny, Misty,” I bark a laugh at my youngest sibling—youngest by about five minutes. I’m number four in our set of quintuplets, the wild one everyone always says. I’d say I’m just me.
“Well, none of us can believe you’re not coming home this year,” Misty pouts, and it sounds real, but she can be deceptive when she wants to be.
“I know. It’s a shocker. But I need this time for myself. I’ve got a creative block like you wouldn’t believe. I need to be in nature. Let my mink out and let him have fun again.”
“I know.I know.You’re famous now.” I can imagine her shoulders slump as she picks at the wallpaper in her kitchen, but I visualize silly things like that for everyone.
I scoff. “I’m not famous. Well, notthatfamous. Randos on the street aren’t gonna know who the heck I am.” I pull the first stuffie from my bag and lay the orange cow on the bed. He’s nice and round, and I named him Plumpkin when I created him. He’s my first prototype and still one of my favorites.
“Anyone that knows stuffed animals knows Aaron Rising.”
