Page 61 of Omega's Forbidden Heat
“Yes.”
She wonders if he’s going to argue about it, but he doesn’t. Instead, he holds out his hand and pulls her to her feet. “Okay.”
She steps towards him, her hands clasping his shirt. “There’s something else.”
“Right.” His brow crinkles in puzzlement.
“You said you wanted to be my Alpha and I never said that I want to be your Omega.”
A smile plays across his lips. “That’s fortunate.”
“It is,” she says, thinking of Finn. “And you said you’re not worthy. But you are. Because, you see, you made me understand I am too. I’m not trying to fix you, Jack. You don’t need fixing.” His hands draw down the outsides of her arms. “For all this time, I’ve wished I wasn’t an Omega. I’ve hated it, all of it. All the pain that comes with the heats. All the catty comments. All the unwanted attention. I wished so hard I could just be a Beta like everyone else.”
“They have no idea what they are missing.”
“No, they don’t. I didn’t either. Until I met you. Now being an Omega is all I want.”
He rests his lips against hers, and they are warm and familiar. “My Omega,” he tells her.
“Yes, yours.”
He holds out his elbow to her and she links her arm through his. “You’re going to have to take blockers though, Amy. It will drive me mad if I think every Alpha in the area is sniffing you out,”
She pinches his solid bicep. “How many times do I have to tell you Jack? I’m on blockers. I’ve always been on blockers.”
He tilts his head and his mouth falls open a little. “You’re … you’re on blockers?”
“Yes.”
“But I can smell you. Not just a little, but vividly. It’s incredibly strong.”
She shrugs. “Well, that’s how you smell too.”
“It’s rare, Omega. Incredibly rare. They’ve done studies and it’s something like only one in 100,000 people can smell each other through the blockers.”
“Oh.” She draws in his scent, closing her eyes and allowing the masculine aroma to swim through her veins. “What does it mean? Is it a good thing?”
“I don’t know,” he says, grinning. “But I think it must be.”
* * *
He insists on driving the short distance to her house, despite her protests, and as they pull into the drive, she reaches over to rub the back of his neck, soothing him.
“It’ll be alright,” she tells him.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Me? This is my home, Jack, and you belong in it.”
“You going to let me into your nest?” he asks, with a curl of his lips and she feels the beat of his pulse quicken in his gland.
“Come on.” She opens the car door, but he tells her to wait and helps her out, and they walk together hand in hand to the front door. It swings open as they approach and her mum comes rushing down the front steps, flinging her arms around her neck and her grasp on Jack’s hand falters.
“Amy,” her mum says, smoothing hair away from her face and kissing her cheek before engulfing her in another hug. She wraps her own arms around her mum and squeezes her back.
“Hi Mum.”
“How’s your ankle, poppet?”
