Page 86 of Beg for It

Looking around, I find that I’m alone. My mind is confused, and nothing makes sense.

Wasn’t someone with me at some point? I’m almost positive I remember Jamie being here for a while.

He’s not here now.

Why isn’t he?

Another cramp has me curling up in a ball on the floor. A sob slips free as slick begins to gush from my ass and cock. I’m so scared, in pain, and turned on at the same time. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I’m sweating like crazy, it’s running down my face, stinging my eyes. Everything hurts, and I shut my eyes against the pain. I feel so out of control.

I want Lee. I want my Alphas.

I’m full on sobbing now.

I’ve never felt so broken or helpless. I feel like I’m dying. I don’t wanna die. I don’t wanna die. I’d never see my pack again.

My mind races as I drop into the fetal position to wrap my arms around my stomach.

Are they even my pack? They hate me. I lied to them. I kept important things from them. They should hate me.

Yet, the idea of them not wanting anything to do with me ever again has me crying harder until I’m gasping for air.

He said he would be back. He promised.

Of course he’s not coming back. Why would he? They’re better off without you.

I’m not sure how long I’m laying on the floor for before another wave of pain hits me. My back arches as it feels like a bunch of blades stabbing me in the gut.

Blinking my heavy eyes open, I look around and spot my cell phone on the side table. It’s so close. If I can get to it, I can call Lee.

He wouldn’t let me die, would he? Do they hate me that much?

The idea of dying has me panicking, giving me the rush of adrenaline I need to roll onto my knees and crawl to the bedside table.

Reaching up with a shaking hand, I manage to grab the phone. I let out a cry of relief before collapsing to the floor again. My fingers don’t work, my eyes are too blurry, and my mind too hazy. I manage to unlock it, but that's all.

Using the voice command setting, I tell my phone to call Lee.

The phone rings only two times before he picks up. “Cam?” his urgent voice meets my ears, the sound making me break into a sob.

“Fuck, Cam, baby, talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“Everything hurts,” I rasp, voice broken. “I think I’m dying,”

“What?” he shouts. “Where’s Jamie?”

“Not here.”

“Fuck,” he curses and I hear a commotion on the other side. “We’re on the way over. Talk to me, Baby Boy. What's wrong?”

“Everything hurts. My body is hot and heavy. My stomach feels like someone is stabbing me. There’s so much slick.”

My heavy eyes close as I lay there on the cool floor, waiting for death to swallow me whole. Anything to get rid of this pain.

“You two, get your asses in the car now!” I hear Lee scream. “I’ve had enough of your fucking pity party. Our omega is in heat, and he needs us. If you don’t come with me now, I will fucking gut you like a fish.”

There’s more commotion on the phone and a second later, I hear Brooks' voice.