Page 33 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
Ambrose feels my despair through the bond and shakes his head adamantly. “I’ve already decided I won’t pursue it. It’s not worth it. I have everything I need.”
My alpha wants to agree with him. Let that be the final word on this.
But the rest of me knows better.
Resisting a scent match is like trying to swim against a strong current. It’s not impossible, but it takes an iron will to ignore it.
If Ambrose weren’t interested at all in having an omega in his life, he might be able to resist the call of a scent match. But he does. He wants it more than anything, even if he tries to say otherwise.
His alpha craves having an omega in our pack.
I can’t give him what an omega can. I hate admitting it, but I can’t.
Ambrose enjoys submitting to me, but he also longs for someone to dote on and cherish. To spoil and protect.
We’ve tried a few times, but my alpha won’t give up control like that. No matter how badly I wish I could.
I swallow hard, pushing down the panic rising inside me.
I’ve learned enough from our bad experiences with omegas that I can figure out a way to keep our pack together. I won’t be the monster that keeps the man I love from the kind of happiness a scent match will bring him.
“No.”
His brow furrows. “No?”
“You can’t dismiss this, Ambrose. A scent matched omega is everything you’ve dreamed of.” The words hurt to say, but I force them out.
“But what about what we decided?—”
Ambrose’s phone buzzes against the counter, interrupting him. He glances down at it. “It’s the clinic. Probably someone asking me to cover another night shift.”
He dismisses the call to voicemail and looks back up at me. “I won’t do anything to ruin what we have. You mean everything to me, and as much as he drives me crazy, Jackson does, too. I won’t let an omega come between us again?—”
The phone buzzes again and he curses.
I give him a weak smile. “It’s alright, you can answer it. We can’t make any decisions about this without Jackson, anyway.”
Ambrose sighs and lifts the phone to his ear. “Hello? Oh hi Daisy, how are you?... I’m doing fine. Is everything alright?”
I fight to get my emotions under control as he listens to whatever Daisy has to say.
“Oh no, that’s not good.”
I raise a questioning brow at Ambrose, and he grimaces. Ashe continues to listen, his emotions waver between concern, shock, and…desire?
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. It wouldn’t be professional, and I’m not trained?—”
Daisy must interrupt him, and whatever she says is accompanied by a surge of guilt through the bond. Ambrose’s stormy gray eyes lift to meet mine, looking almost pained.
What the hell are they talking about?
“I… I need to think about it. Talk to my mate… I know. I understand. I’ll call you back.”Ambrose lets out a shaky sigh as he ends the call.
“What was that about? What’s wrong?”
“Daisy was requesting my help at the heat clinic. Apparently, Jackson is the only heat minder who was a match and available to assist with the omega’s heat.”
No wonder he’s a horny mess. It makes his lack of control a lot more excusable. Still, my brow furrows at the strange request. “She wants you to work a heat? Why? You’re not signed up as a heat minder. Does she think you’d do it because you and Jackson are packmates?”
