Page 40 of Omega's Forbidden Heat
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When she enters the house, she can hear Finn talking on the phone, a terse one sided conversation, low and tense. She can’t make out the words and she tiptoes down the hallway, praying she can get changed and out of here before he notices her.
But she’s not that lucky. She’s halfway down the hallway when he marches in from the kitchen.
“Where have you been?” Finn barks. She supposes she must look a state in her dirty clothes despite her shower.
“What do you mean?” she says. “You know I’ve just had my heat.”
Finn always makes himself scarce whenever she has one, going to stay at her uncle’s or his friend’s house. He’d done the same this time, but somehow he’s got home before her.
“Yeah, but you weren’t here, were you?”
She shuts the door and hangs her jacket on the peg, hoping that by ignoring his question he’ll give up and go away.
“Amy,” he comes right up and stares into her face. “I asked you, where were you?”
“Why do you want to know? What does it matter? You’ve never taken an interest in my heat before!”
He leans in a little closer, staring into her eyes, anger coursing over his face. “You were with him, weren’t you? Jack.”
She looks away to the floor and takes a step back from her brother. She swallows. There is probably no point denying it, no point lying. It’s pretty obvious and, if it isn’t obvious, he’ll work it out soon enough. “Yes,” she says, peering back up at him “And so what if I was, it’s none of your goddamn business.`”
“It is my business. You’re my little sister and I told you to stay away from him. What did he do? What did he do to you, Amy? Did he make you do this? Did he force himself on you?”
He turns away from her, running his hand over his face and then back over his head. He looks almost nauseous.
Amy shakes her head. And then shakes it again.
“Jesus Christ, Finn. He’s meant to be your best friend. Do you think so very little of him? Of course, he didn’t force me, he didn’t force me to do anything! And you really, really want to know the details? I mean, I’ve never asked you about the details of your sex life!”
He swings back round to her. “You know this is different, Amy.”
“Different? Different how? What because you’re a man? Because you’re a Beta? Because I’m an Omega? You’re just like the others, Finn. Just like the others. You’re meant to be on my side, you’re my brother!” She storms past him and up the stairs, running them two at a time, and dashing into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her and forcing the bolt across. She can hear his own footsteps racing up the stairs and stopping outside her door. He tries the handle and finding it shut, bangs on the door.
“Amy, he’s trouble. He’s an Alpha. All Alphas are fucking trouble. I don’t care if he’s my best friend, you’re my sister. I have to look out for you. Just stay away from him! Why can’t you just stay the fuck away from him!”
She refuses to talk to him about this. What do Betas know? What do they really know? All she wants as an Omega is an Alpha — why is that so bad? Why? It’s all her body wants, all her mind wants. And being with him, being with Jack, being with an Alpha, was the most amazing experience of her life.
Okay, maybe it doesn’t mean anything to him, maybe it was a one-heat thing, never to be repeated again, at least that’s what he’s telling himself. But she can’t regret it. She can’t. Because it meant something to her and she’s going to treasure those moments forever, and bury them deep inside her mind and to replay again and again and again. The way he made her feel, the way he said her name, the way he moaned and groaned above her and gave her his everything. The way her belly is still full, stuffed full, with him and the way her cunt still throbs just thinking about him. How can that be wrong? An Alpha, this Alpha, is all she wants.
She feels the tears on her face before she realises she’s crying, fat angry tears spilling down her cheeks. She flops down on her bed and scrabbles around on the bedside cabinet for her phone. The screen is littered with missed calls, alerts and messages. There’s several from her mum, concerned that she hasn’t heard from her. She’d forgotten to forewarn her about her heat and it seems Finn did too. She shoots her off a text reassuring her she is alive and one comes pinging straight back.
We’re in port. Want to Skype.
Amy sits up and wipes away the trails of tears, catching her reflection to make sure she looks fine. Then she connects the call.
Her mum’s face appears on the screen of her phone, excitement written all across her sun kissed face, her hair wet. She’s dressed in a colourful kimono, a wet swimsuit visible beneath and behind her deep blue sky shines bright.
“Where are you?” Amy asks.
“A little island in the Pacific,” her mum explains with a smile. She examines Amy’s face over the distance. “Are you ok, love? You look tired.”
Amy sighs, resting back against the headboard. “I just had a row with Finn.”
Her mum nods. “He’s out of sorts.” Amy furrows her brow about to ask what she means, he’s certainly not been his usual cheerful self but she’s been so caught up with her feelings about Jack she hasn’t given it much thought. However, her mum continues before she has a chance to question her. “What was the fight about then?”
She twists a lock of hair around her finger and chews on her cheek. “Jack.”
