Page 101 of Pack Choice
My body swims with a heat of its own.
My cock stiffens.
“You’re going into heat,” I growl, gripping the arms of my chair.
She straightens up and rolls her shoulders. “I am not. I’m not due for another week. Which reminds me, what is your policy on heat absen–”
“Your heat isn’t a week away, Omega.” I glare at her. She glares right back.
“I think I know my own body, thank you very much.”
“I can smell it.” My knuckles bleach through the taut skin in my hands. No wonder I could smell her all the way from the elevator. How did that bodyguard of hers accompany her all the way here without snapping and hauling her into the nearest nest? “You smell wet.”
She rolls her eyes, but I’m not blind to the way she rubs her thighs together. “You used that one already, remember? On Friday. You need a new line this time.”
“It’s not a line. You’re going into heat.”
I stand up and march to the door. My heart hammers. My blood shimmers. Her scent is so vivid. I’m in danger of falling into a rut here. I can’t decide if I’m fucking delighted about it, or fucking angry.
“Ford,” I snap when I reach the doorway. He’s hovering right outside, probably listening in to our conversation. “You brought her into the city, into an office, when she’s going into heat?” I scowl at him with a ferocity I hope he feels in his bones, bones I’d like to crush. How could he be so fucking careless with her safety? Isn’t it his job to keep her safe?
“She says it isn’t her full heat yet. She says it’s a week away.”
“Are you fucking stupid? Can you smell her?”
A look of anguish passes across his face before he regains control, only the twitch in his pec betraying him.
“Of course I can smell her,” he hisses.
“Then you know.”
“And I know my own body,” Molly snaps and I spin to find her hovering behind me.
I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter what the hell you do or don’t know. Any alpha within half a mile of you is going to conclude you’re in heat. This isn’t safe.”
“I’m not in heat,” she says, her hands landing in fisted balls on her hips. “I took three suppressant pills this morning.”
“Three?” Ford says with a frown. “That doesn’t sound safe, Omega.”
“Why are you popping suppressant pills like they’re candies?” I say.
She looks at us both, her gaze swinging from me to Ford and back again. “Because …” she says, “because …”
“Because what?” Ford asks with concern.
She grimaces like she really doesn’t want to tell us, which only makes me want to know all the more.
“Why, Omega?” I say with enough alpha sternness I know she won’t be able to help but answer.
“Because your scents are fucking with my body.” She pouts at us both.
“My scent,” I say, a sense of pride blossoming in my chest. Because yeah, I want my scent fucking with her body. I want her wanting me to fuck her body.
“Both of your scents.”
I glance towards Ford, who glances towards me.
“You slept with her,” I say with a growl. “Are you allowed to sleep with her?”
