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Chapter 1

Freya

I’m exhausted, but not sated, as I stagger into the club and scan my card.

Lifting my hand, I check the time, knowing I don’t have long before the heat medication wears off, and I need to start my plan.

The beat of the club throbs through my body as I make my way to the bathroom to freshen up.

When I get there, I stare at my face in the mirror; I know I look a mess, but after I slap some foundation on my face—enough to cover the red blotches on my cheeks—I look vaguely normal.

I just hope the heat medication holds and I don’t cause a rut. But I’m at Club Midnight, a place where omegas come to play with alphas. It was risky coming here, but I had to. I’m only here for one particular alpha—my future baby’s daddy.

I comb my hair high off my hot neck and wrap a band around it, resulting in a messy bun.

I picked out a pink mask for tonight and slip it back over my head, hiding most of my face. And that along with the change of my hair color is all it takes to look nothing like me. Tonight, of all nights, that’s how I want it.

And now it’s time to find him.

My heated skin pebbles with goosebumps as I step outside the bathroom. I press my thighs together when I smell the delicious scent in the corridor, and smile. I know it’s him. My pussy knows it’s him; slick builds as I walk.

I thought I’d have to hunt him, but here he is.

Is he waiting for me?

Did he smell me?

Whatever. This time, I’m going to be the one in charge. I only want one thing and that’s his knot deep inside me—giving me what I want.

This is the place I’ll get what I want.

God, I need to come.

He’s turned me down before, but today will be different. I look different—I feel different. I certainly don’t feel the need to speak or beg for an alpha to fuck me.

Not even him.

My scent match. He disagrees, so I’ll do what I need to do.

I know I’m right as I walk closer to him. His nose twitches and his eyes blacken as he inhales my perfume.

I continue walking.

I know he’ll come running. I watch as his back stiffens as he turns to look at me.

“It’s dangerous coming here when you smell so delicious,” he says, tilting his head to one side as I walk toward him. He’s tall, easily a few inches over six feet. His hair is jet black and his eyes seem dark in the depths of this club.

I arch an eyebrow when I notice his large cock straining against his pants.

“I’ve booked a room,” I tell him, hoping he does exactly as I planned. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to go there now.”

His sharp jaw ticks as I pass him. Then he grabs my upper arm, his palm tightening around my flesh. My lips part on a gasp, and my eyes latch onto his.

He presses his nose against my hair, my neck, and then lifts my wrist to smell my skin there.

He made this so easy for me. When he normally doesn’t give me a second glance.

Don’t ruin it by talking too much, Freya.

“Tonight, you’re mine,” he tells me.

Inside, I’m jumping around like a child with a new toy, but outside, for a change, I give him a deathly stare. “I have plans.”

“Fuck your plans,” he tells me as he pushes me against the wall and presses his body against mine.

My eyes roam over his mask-covered face, over his clean, sharp jaw, his lips, and then downward, over the tight black shirt that covers his sculpted body.

He licks my cheek, right underneath the mask, and purrs.

Fuck. He purred.

I groan, pressing my thighs together as the ache in my belly comes back with a vengeance, but I try not to show the pain on my face.

My inner thighs are wet as he inhales and growls, “What the fuck are you doing coming to places like this when you’re so close to your heat?”

“I’m an omega. These places are specifically for me.” I don’t reply about my heat.

His teeth grind, but I don’t react. The old Freya would beg him to take me to a room, but the new Freya says, “And if you want me to fuck my plans, you better be worth it.”

A deep, delicious rumble reverberates from his chest and out of his beautiful mouth. I want that mouth, his hands, anything on me—on my pussy—and soon.

“Show me the way.”

He takes my hand like he thinks I’m going to run. I’m not. I’ve wanted this alpha since the first day I saw him. But the old Freya never stood a chance.

He’d always seek the most beautiful omegas in the room, despite how much my scent made him turn my way. I know he likes blondes.

Tonight, my scent is powerful and real. I don’t need to wear scent enhancers that give my scent a slight change. And I suspect my perfume and my heat are too powerful for him to turn me down.

Tonight, he’ll realize what it is like to fuck his scent matched omega.

When I reach the room I booked, I turn to him and ask, “Are you sure you can keep up with me? Do you want to call your pack mates?”

I never see him here with other alphas. He normally drinks by himself.

He smiles. “I can handle you, and my pack mates don’t want you.”

“Oh!” Does he know who I am?

I hoped the few changes I made to myself were enough for him not to realize.

I shake my head. I don’t care because I didn’t come here for him or his pack—not long term, anyway—and I swallow the bile that skittered up my throat as I push on the door.

There’s a massive bed in the center of the small room—a nest. Pain rips through my body at the sight of it. It has plenty of blankets and cushions, but they are not mine. The nest is not mine, but I hope his scent is enough to get me through this.

You have to fight this, Freya.

I can do it. And my body knows it can. It has to.

He purrs against my head as he sniffs my neck. Slick slides down my thighs at the promise of what’s coming.

Another ache rips through my stomach. I turn and press my hands on the nest and pant through the pain.

He watches me with a look of concern, or surprise. I don’t care, nor am I asking what he thinks is happening to me. I’ve taken enough medication to kill the pain. Enough medication to get me through this very moment.

My scent might be extra powerful tonight, but I refuse to give in to my heat. Not until I reach my home.

He shucks off his clothes until he is only standing near the nest in his black boxer shorts. My jaw drops.

I moan and more slick gushes. I wish I could control the way my body reacts to him. His body with clothes on is something to behold—without the suit, he is a walking god. “Oh God.”

He chuckles.

Keep it sophisticated, Freya, but still… Oh my god!

His scent envelops the air. My lips part, and my eyes fall shut as I suck in a deep lungful of his delicious scent. But I know underneath the thick musky aftershave he wears are the scents of strawberry, lime and tequila. Just like mine.

Sometimes he wears scent blockers, and I can smell the bitterness when he does as it mutes his natural alpha scent. It’s not as nice as the first time I smelled him. That time, when I inhaled his scent, my body almost collapsed at his feet. Now it doesn’t, because I know he refuses to accept me.

I could laugh. He obviously can’t stop himself when I’m in my heat.

When our eyes meet, the intensity of his gaze has me clenching my thighs even tighter. Not that it can stop the slick. He groans and my body involuntary shivers as the deep timbre tone shoots straight to my core.

“I need to fuck you, Omega. I need to bury my cock so deep inside you before I knot you.” I know he is feeling just as needy as me. “Invite me into your nest.”

I stare at the bed as my hands still rest on. “It’s not my nest. It’s—”

“Invite me!” he growls.

More slick gushes. I never knew being spoken to like this would turn me on so much.

“Alpha! Please!” I press one knee on top of the nest and then the other and crawl to the center.

My movements are slow, but he is quick as he shrugs off his boxer shorts, revealing the most beautiful, hard, thick cock, and swollen knot. My pussy clenches at the mere thought of him filling me up and burying himself deep inside of me.

This time, he takes his time as he tests my reaction to him joining me in the nest. And when I smile, he lunges forward, grabbing my hips and pulling me down until I’m flat on my back as he stares at me.

His solid bar of a cock is digging in my stomach when I want it between my legs. I open my legs wider and shuffle until his dick is resting against my bare pussy.

Yes, I’m not wearing panties. I came here for one thing—to be fucked until I can just about focus. I’m not here for some romantic liaison. I’ve wanted this Alpha forever, but I’m under no illusions he’ll want me once this is over.

His nose twitches as he hovers over me, and tonight I’m not wearing scent blockers. Blockers wouldn’t be able to mask my scent, anyway. When an omega is in heat, her scent is more powerful than any scent blockers can cope with.

Tonight is the only night I want him to smell me—the real me.