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Melanie

I made it out of the main gates of the Spa no problem. There was a beta security guard who couldn’t scent me or notice I was in heat. I just flashed him my ID through my car window and he waved me through the giant wrought-iron gates.

I thought they’d stop me and force me to report to the office because I’d been missing for so long, but he didn’t even blink.

It was a thirty-minute drive from the Spa to my flat. Even though it was on the north-west side of London, it was close enough to work that I should make it back before things got too bad.

Driving in the dark on winding country lanes, sweat poured down my body, and the windows steamed up because I was panting so hard. Couple that with my messy tears and the tremors of pain left from the rejection, and I was a car crash waiting to happen.

Their scents filled my car, like they had embedded themselves in my skin. It only made the heat burning through my body even worse.

I just had to keep my hands on the wheel and keep biting my lip to stay focused.

I’d spent half a day fucking complete strangers, but I couldn’t let that ruin my life. I had to find a way through it like I always did.

Omegas were more restricted on where they could go, what jobs they could have, and where they could live. I rented a room in a beta-only block of flats. Only alphas and betas could work as staff at Knottinghill, and only registered omegas could buy scent and heat blockers.

I didn’t know how I rejected them. I didn’t mean to hurt them, or myself. But their words had pierced me too deeply.

I’d read about rejection before, how scent matches could break the connection before a bite. After a bite, when the bond had already been established, they called it cleaving. With cleaving, a person forcibly removed themselves from the pack bond, which carried a high chance of death and madness. But I’d only split myself from Sin and Caspian. I could still feel Kai’s presence inside me, though something had definitely broken between us.

I’d read that the physical pain of rejection didn’t last, even though my heart felt crushed. Just driving away from them was tearing a hole inside me. And the only thing that could fill it was their cocks.

I drove on in the dark, my vision blurring as my heat took me over again. All my newly awakened senses were telling me to return to the alphas and omega who made my body sing.

I’d only been driving for fifteen minutes, but I needed to stop. I was too hot, and my pussy stung from being fucked so hard, so sitting was uncomfortable.

As soon as I saw a lay-by, I pulled over and kept the engine running.

I wanted to be practical about my situation, but I still couldn’t believe it had happened.

Even when I dived under my skirt and pushed my fingers against my soaking pussy, I couldn’t believe it. Or when I roughly tugged my nipple through the gap in my ragged dress, or spread my legs as far as they could go, hooking my foot on the door, closing my eyes, need burning through me as I thought of the way Caspian had thrust inside me, I couldn’t believe it.

Sin’s soft voice, Kai’s cruel smile, Caspian’s growl as he kissed me and made me come.

I was in heat. I was in heat and masturbating at the side of the road in the dark because I needed a cock so badly I was ready to jump on the next alpha that drove past.

I pressed my fingers inside myself, crying out as I stretched deeper, just imagining the way I’d sucked on Kai until he came. How Caspian thrust so hard inside me I screamed under him. And the pain in Sin’s eyes as I broke the scent match bond between us.

But it still wasn’t enough. I shoved my free hand in my pocket, searching for the fancy card Sin gave me. A whimper dropped from my lips as I pushed it against my nose, inhaling what little I could of his scent.

My warm slick was thick around my fingers, but I still hoped Caspian and Kai’s cum stayed inside me.

Even as another orgasm built, there was a part of me yelling that this couldn’t be real, that it wasn’t possible that I was in heat.

Because I was a beta. I’d kept saying it to them, but every time I did, my body would prove me wrong. It wasn’t impossible to present late, but it had been seven years since I’d forced myself to accept that I was a beta, and I couldn’t just adjust to the change in a day.

My hips jerked and my pussy clenched around my fingers as an orgasm flared through me. My head dug against the seat as I cried out in pain, pleasure, and heartbreak.

My slick dripped down my pussy, into the crease of my ass, and onto the car seat, but it was minor compared to everything else.

I sat there, panting, gasping, trembling as my mind fought to catch up to my reality. But it wasn’t working.

A weak sob fell from my lips. The pleasure didn’t mean anything when it wasn’t with them.

As long as I could drive safely, that’s what mattered. I needed to get it together.

My pussy still complained that I hadn’t had a knot. As I pulled my fingers out, I instantly grew needy again.

But the rejection would have hurt even more if they had knotted me.

I wiped my fingers on my dress, tucking the business card into my front pocket, and lowered my legs to put my feet back to the pedals.

The orgasm cleared the haze somewhat, but it wasn’t enough to stop the need pounding through me. I had to get home. I just needed to make it back to my flat. Get through the front door and run to the bedroom where my purple vibrator was waiting for me. Then I could spend the rest of the night listening to Amanda being fucked by her rogue alphas, and wishing it was me.