Page 69 of In Doubt

I stifle a groan, searching for her in the crowd.

Then I spot her, stumbling as she climbs off the bus.

Immediately her scent hits me, nearly knocking me straight off my feet.

Every muscle in my body tenses and my dick stirs in my pants.

It can’t be, can it?

But as I examine her, I’m pretty sure it is.

Her eyes are glazed, her glasses missing, her skin clammy and flushed, and she’s scratching at the back of her neck, fidgeting on the spot.

I bowl my way through the crowd. Not caring about the irritated looks and mumbling obscenities. They can all go to hell as far as I’m concerned.

She senses me before I reach her, turning and meeting my gaze, a look of relief washing over her features and only confirming my suspicion.

When I reach her, her scent is so strong, I’m surprised every other alpha in a ten-mile radius isn’t by my side, fighting me for her. Then there’s that aroma of slick about her too. Fresh, wet, delicious slick. It takes me every damn ounce of restraint not to groan and drop to my knees, burying my face between her legs.

I yank her to one side, ignoring Sia’s outraged, “Hey!”

“You’re in heat!” I grunt in her ear when we’re out of ear shot.

“What?!” she says, shaking her head, her hands drifting up to rest on my chest. “I’m just … it’s so hot and …” She grimaces.

Fuck! Fuck! How the hell could she let this happen?

We’re on a fucking field trip, miles and miles from the safety of her nest. There aren’t any other alphas about yet, but it won’t take long when she smells like this!

“Why the hell did you time it for now?”

She looks up at me with big, wide eyes of confusion and my insides practically melt. She sniffles. “I didn’t time anything. I’m not in heat.” Her face screws up in pain and she clutches her stomach. “This wasn’t meant to happen.” She looks up at me and all of a sudden she seems so small, so helpless, so frightened. “Alpha?” she pleads.

“It’s OK,” I say, even though my head is roaring like a fucking hurricane and I’m finding it hard to stay rational. “It’s going to be OK.”

She needs to get away, to somewhere safe. Away from me and away from other arsehole alphas who’d just love to land their paws on an omega in heat.

The rest of the students are heading towards the main tent, but I spy the professor lingering to talk to a colleague. The omega’s friends are also lingering, watching us with suspicion, clearly debating whether they ought to intervene.

I stride up to the professor, pulling the omega along behind me despite her squeals.

“Professor,” I interrupt.

“Mr. Grantham,” she says with irritation. “I’m in the middle of a conversation here.”

“This is an emergency!”

The professor frowns at me but places her hand on the other woman’s forearm, “Excuse me, Anette, I’ll catch you later.”

The woman nods and walks away and once she’s out of earshot, I address the professor.

“We have a situation here, Professor,” I say sternly.

“A situation?” She peers at me and then Giorgie through her spectacles.

“Giorgie has gone into heat unexpectedly and–”

The professor’s face turns visibly green, and she takes a pace away from the two of us. “Mr Grantham this is–”