Page 4 of Happy Halloween, Omega

His lips ghost over my dormant mating gland, and my body trembles. He can’t know I’m a suppressed Omega, can he? There’s no scent. No physical markers. He can’t even see my gland… and yet, he’s found it with unerring accuracy.

“Don’t,” I whisper.

He groans as his tongue laves over my skin. I bite my lip to keep from moaning, and a wetness pools in the crotch of my catsuit. An Alpha’s touch shouldn’t feel this good. It certainly shouldn’t feel right. My body is basically a Beta, and yet it’s behaving like an Omega.

My mind is spinning, and I can’t seem to catch my breath. The heat of his body is seeping into me, and I can smell him. It’s faint, but it’s there. I shouldn’t be able to smell Alphas or Omegas.

“I don’t know what you want, but I’m not it,” I huff, my fear waning as I sift through the information. A mystery is forming before my eyes, questions layering on questions enticingly.

“You have a secret,” he whispers against my ear, and I shiver.

I feel his hands on my wrists, pinning them against the cold metal door. I try to tug my arms away, but his grip is unbreakable. His teeth graze over the sensitive skin of my mating gland, and I release a whimper, a sound so unmistakably Omega that we both momentarily freeze in shock.

He exhales in amusement before his grip on my wrists tightens. I tug defiantly, but instead of moving away, my body arches into him.

I squeeze my eyes shut, willing my body to stop reacting to the Alpha like a lover instead of an assailant.

“You’re a little puzzle to solve, aren’t you?” His lips graze the shell of my ear lightly, hot breath puffing against my damp skin like a caress. “And I’m great at solving mysteries. I love the hunt.”

I bite my lip to stop myself from replying with an empathic, “me too.”

I’m buzzing from his declaration of love for mysteries and puzzles. Hearing him talk about the greatest loves of my life as if they are his own does something strange to my insides. I’ve never met someone who has openly admitted to enjoying the thrill of the chase and, if possible, my curiosity is further piqued.

This Alpha has aroused both my body and brain in a single interaction.

With startling clarity, I realize thatthisis my Halloween fright. The Beta was a red herring. The true twist is the temptation this Alpha offers to forsake my hidden identity and play his game.

I bite down harder on my lip, my teeth close to drawing blood. I won’t let myself fall for his seduction. My mother’s final rule clicks into place. Rule number five,‘if all else fails, fight.’

I twist my body, using the abrupt momentum to wrench my wrist free from his grip and do exactly what I planned to do the Beta creep. I knee him in the balls. I move fast, and he’s faster. He catches my knee before I can connect with his family jewels, but it’s enough. I’ve caught him off guard, and with a final shove to his broad shoulders, I push him off balance.

I run, sprinting down the alley away from him as fast as my heeled knee-high boots will let me. How Halle Berry made it look so easy to move in this costume, I’ll never know.

I can hear his heavy footfalls behind me, sauntering in an effortless lope. He’s not trying to catch me. Instead, I can hear his breathing – harsh and excited. He’s getting off on the chase! He even told me he likes the hunt, and I’ll be damned if I’m not flush with excitement as well. Danger, fear, mystery, thrill.

It’s all a repressed secret Omega could ask for!

I burst out of the alleyway and onto the footpath at the front of the club, my adrenaline pumping furiously. There are dozens of people milling around outside, and I scan them with bright, excited eyes. The Alpha won’t try to accost me out here, not with so many witnesses. I slow to a fast walk, and flag down a passing taxi.

Just as I’m reaching for the door handle, the heat at my back returns. He doesn’t touch me, not this time. My hand hovers, waiting with bated breath as he leans over from his imposing height and whispers the words that will haunt me.

“Happy Halloween, Omega.”

White-noise drills through my brain as panic grips me.

He knows.

He wasn’t pretending to know my secret. He knows!

I don’t remember getting into the taxi. I suspect the Alpha guided me inside, as I recall his amused huff of laughter at my stupor.

“Where to, kitty-cat?” the driver asks, chuckling to himself at his little joke. I don’t correct him, despite his grievous under-appreciation of my costume.

“Just drive,” I breathe.

The driver gives me a look in the rearview mirror, but puts the car in gear and pulls away from the curb. I don’t dare look back. I don’t dare wonder how he knew my secret.

I don’t spook easily, but my secret being revealed scares the whiskers off me.