Page 20 of Advocate Omega (Unforeseen Paths #1)

I know that I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for them.

If they hadn’t managed to escape that horrible house of horrors and get me into daylight.

But I begged them to come with me, I begged them not to leave me all alone.

They didn’t listen; instead, they shifted and fought back the Terra clan in pursuit of us.

They died , and I had no choice but to listen to their final howls as I ran through the thick trees.

I howl for them now.

For the life that was ripped from them. For every fucking clan out there that thought using us wasn’t torture.

Time passes while I stay in the same position.

I don’t have any tears left. Eventually, I stand on my own two legs and wander out of the bedroom I’ve lived in for almost a week.

The house is quiet, still, and every so many steps, I catch the old aroma of Lucan’s scent.

I reach the front door, intending to wait on the porch, but before I can get there, I hear his truck.

I know it’s his truck because of that random thunk his engine makes when it downshifts.

I rip open the front door, needing to lay eyes on him. He knows I’m pissed. He knows I’m rubbed raw. Carefully pulling the bags from the truckbed, he keeps his eyes on the ground until he has no choice but to look at me. His mouth opens, then shuts.

“You left. ”

A swallow. “I had to.”

“You left me. ”

“Zan, please.”

I take a breath, trying to shake myself out of this stupid fucking heat way of thinking.

My chin wobbles, and I see him retreat deeper.

He’s cowering. In one of the bags is that same box of donuts I inhaled before we even got in his truck.

He paid attention during our random conversations, even going so far as to get those cheese puffs I really like.

I clutch at my chest from under the blanket, something burning under my bones.

“Please,” he begs again, curling his shoulders and clenching his fists.

“You came back,” I finally manage to say, and his head lifts. “You came back for me.”

Relief washes over his features, and he hurries up the two steps.

Dropping the bags at our feet, he pulls me into his arms and immediately starts to scent me.

It’s frantic. He bites and licks and rubs his face all over me.

Pheromones pour off him, saturating me. “Fuck, it nearly killed me being that far away.”

I whimper and arch my neck further. He kisses the apple of my throat, drags the tip of his nose under my chin, all the while his hands explore my body. “Baby,” he growls. “You’re naked.”

“So?”

“Outside!” he barks and scoops me up. Tossing me over his shoulder, he palms my ass and snarls again. “What if someone saw you? Hmm? What if someone fucking followed me and saw you like this?”

My cock stiffens. “But they didn’t.”

“Not good enough.” We are back in the bedroom, and he puts me on the bed.

Our very wet, sticky bed. The green in his eyes quickly gets swallowed up by his dilated pupils as he rips the blanket off me and starts scenting my body.

His canines and tongue cover every inch of me.

From my ankles up to my throat, he doesn’t leave a single part of my body untouched.

“Gods, I can’t get enough of you. I’m so fucking fucked! ”

His lips find mine, brutal and claiming in their attack.

I can hardly keep up. I felt perfectly fine heat-wise before he got back, and now it’s like his possessive temper tantrum is triggering a wave all on its own.

I grab his thick cock and position it where I want it, my hole already slick and loose.

He thrusts into me, not even giving me a second to catch my breath. “No one sees you like this, Zan, do you hear me?” he orders, ripping a moan out of me as his hips pick up speed. “I’ll rip their fucking eyes out.”

“Oh fuck,” I whine, feeling his knot already swelling. “Luc!”

The head of his cock brushes over my womb, over the gland that rests just under it, and my stomach clenches in anticipation. He’s going to breed me. He’s…I think he’s going to—

“Say no one sees you like this. Say it!”

The authority in his tone, the bass and gravel make it hard to disobey, and I don’t want to.

“No one but you,” I whine, grinding down onto his cock.

“No one gets this,” he tells me, bending me in half to fuck me even harder. With his head tossed back, throat exposed, he howls in triumph. “Say you’re mine.”

His knot pushes up his shaft, that fat cockhead popping through the thin barrier protecting my womb, and I cry out. My channel clenches, my slick gushes all around his cock, and I come hard. Cum spurts from my slit, pooling on my stomach.

“Say it, sweet thing. Please,” he begs. “I need it.”

This is the first time he’s ever asked or needed anything. I reach for him, and he hikes my legs over his hips to get to me. Crushing my lips to his, I kiss him as deeply as I can, reaching to the back of his throat with my tongue and urging him to come. To fill me up and take what he wants.

“ Please ,” he whimpers, working his cock in frantic thrusts.

“I’m yours,” I breathe.

“Gods, baby,” he cries and curls his arms around my shoulders, grinds into me, and explodes. “Fucking fuck .”

My eyes roll up into their sockets as his cum fills my womb impossibly full. This feels like so much more than just sex. It feels like a fucking breeding. I’m scared of how much I love it.

I wash Lucan this time. The soapy rag glides over his back, and with every clean spot I make, I lean forward to kiss it.

There are a few raised scars that I hadn’t noticed before—too delirious or exhausted.

But I feel like something has shifted inside me.

I think my heat might be finally slowing down.

Reaching around to his front, I pretend to wash his stomach, but really, I just want to hold him. The water cascades over his front, and I savor how good he feels in my arms.

“Are you sure you aren’t hurt?” he asks for the fifth time.

“Nope,” I say and pop the P.

“Zan,” he sighs and spins in my hold. “It’s my job to clean you, not the other way around.”

“So?” I say and kiss his chest. “I want to clean you.”

His lips press into my forehead. “I didn’t mean to…react that way. The rut makes me impulsive.”

I snort and look up at him. “That’s what you’re going with? Impulsive? That seemed intentional as fuck.”

He cracks a little smirk. Cutie. “Well,” he rumbles and paws at my ass. I’ve noticed he loves touching it. “I don’t know that all of it was intentional, but I meant what I said.”

“So, what you’re saying is I can’t make my career as a nudist?” I arch a brow, and he growls.

To prove his point, he lifts me off the tile floor and pins me against the shower wall. “This perfect little body isn’t for public consumption.”

I blush.

“Okay.”

“Bare your throat to me, baby. You smell like soap.”

I bite my lip and close my eyes. I’m not even horny, and I still want to only smell like him.

By nightfall, I am worried I won’t have another wave.

I'm not as wet, either. We cleaned the bed, and I decided I didn’t want the pillows anymore.

I actually got dressed so we could eat at the dinner table like civilized wolves—well, I'm eating, Lucan is still in a rut so he doesn't join. I’ve asked a few times throughout the day if he could still smell it on me, and he says yes.

But he could also smell that I was an omega, something no one else could. So maybe he has a biased nose.

What if it’s over?

I swallow hard and push around my pasta on the plate. He made spaghetti because I had a craving for it two nights ago, and we didn’t have the ingredients. The sentiment isn’t lost on me.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, sipping some water. “Is it not very good?”

“No, it’s good,” I mumble and continue to avoid looking at him.

Silence covers us like a storm cloud.

If it’s over, that means we have to…move on.

If it’s over, that means he doesn’t have to be with me anymore.

The thought makes me want to cry. Fucking hormones, I know that’s the reason behind all of this.

Everything we’ve said and done over the last week is because of my heat. He can’t possibly want me .

Aren’t all alphas territorial? That’s just his nature. It has nothing to do with any connection or bond.

Do we even get along? Or was that the heat, too?

I don’t even know.

“What do you need, Zander?” he asks, not using a pet name either, might I add.

I’m not his baby anymore or his sweet thing.

No, I’m just Zander now.

I drop my fork and hold my face. These tears feel…different. They feel more like mine. Like this pain in my chest comes from a real place, not a delusion. I hate it. I fucking hate it.

“Don’t cry,” he rasps, and I hear his chair scrape back. A moment later, he’s kneeling beside me and pulling my hands away. “Talk to me.”

“I’m not your baby anymore,” I snap. “It’s because it’s almost over, isn’t it? All of that stuff was just…alpha cock talk or whatever.”

“Alpha cock talk?”

I glower. “You know what I mean.”

He’s quiet, studying me and searching my eyes. “Do you feel like yourself again? Less…hormonal?”

“How should I know? This has never happened before!” I shoot to my feet, ready to run…somewhere, but he stops me. “Zander? Fucking Zander?”

It’s as if he can read minds, or he’s just attuned to me somehow, because he whines.

Tugging me to his chest, he holds me close and presses sweet kisses to my hair.

I hold him just as tightly, clutching wads of his shirt in my fingers.

“I didn’t mean to be cold, precious. Like you, I’m wondering what happens now. ”

“I still need you,” I admit. “Not in that way, no. But I do need you.”

“I’m here,” he rushes to say, nuzzling me and not letting me go. “I’m right here.”

“We need to figure this out. Because I’ll be honest, Luc, I don’t feel the same after all that. I feel…it’s like…”

“It’s more,” he finishes for me with a pained rasp.

I nod against him, trying to burrow into his body. “It’s definitely more.”

He whimpers and kisses his way down my face until he finds my lips. “I was hoping you felt that way.”

“I do, Luc.” He smiles in relief, and because it’s me, I tack on, “Don’t ever call me fucking Zander again.”

A deep, pleased rumble vibrates up his throat. “Never again, baby. I promise.”