Page 9 of Welcome to Bone Town
“Take your fucking scent blockers,” he snarls.
“I did!”
“And your heat suppressants. We don’t need you causing a riot while we’re here.”
“That won’t be a problem,” I mutter, half to myself. He has no idea how unnecessary that command really is.
His eyes narrow, nostrils flaring before he marches off. I lift my arm and smell myself, feeling suddenly uncertain. It’s a hundred degrees out here. Could I have sweat through the blockers? No, there’s not a hint of my natural scent. Not even a little. He’s just being a jackass.
One who’s already at the HQ tent.
I run a few meters, but my stomach cramps, causing me to curl over in pain. Fuck. I wish my body would cooperate right now. Deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out.
Most omegas only get cramps like this when they’re going into heat. But not me. I have to be the one lucky omega to experience pre-heat symptoms—aches, chills, hot flashes, cramps, headaches—at random times with no relief. They don’t go away with an orgasm or knots like with most omegas, and they never turn into a full heat.They just flare up randomly, make me feel awkward and itchy and miserable for a few hours, then vanish. Meds don’t help. Alphas don’t help. Nothing helps.
Well, there’s one thing thatmighthelp… but I have to find it first.
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She’s stunning. All fired up and flushed. Spittin’ mad. Yelling at some alpha I’d be happy to punish for her. Wonder if he’d enjoy that. Would she want to watch?
She’s too far away to scent her, but I know she’s an omega. I’ve got a sense for these things. Never been wrong before, either. And she’s the hottest omega I’ve ever seen. By far. That itchy feeling starts in my fingers, and I know this woman is someone I have to have.
I duck behind the closest tent and take a few calming breaths to get my dick under control. My instincts are riding me hard. The alpha in me wants me to forget about the score, forget everything but her. I want to charge forward and bite her right here and now.
Bet that wouldn’t go over very well.
I peek around the corner, needing another view of her, even though I know it’s not a good idea.
The alpha is gone, and my girl is curled over, holding her stomach. Fuck, is she okay?
Just when I’m about to throw all sense to the fucking wind, she straightens and stomps toward the big tent. Works out well, since that’s where I’m headed, too. I like the idea of being closer to my little spitfire.
Not that she can know I’m here.
Maybe I’ll be able to catch a whiff of her. Bet she smells delicious. I lick my lips. Yeah, definitely need to know what my spitfire smells like.
Slipping through the shadows, I follow quietly behind her. There’ve been noises coming from the big tent for the last few minutes—not good for my purposes—but I can be patient.
Now that I’m inside the perimeter, I just need to wait for an opportunity, take what I need, then slip out before sunrise. Piece of cake.
Hmm, and with that pretty omega nearby, maybe I can have my cake and eat it, too. I run my tongue along the sharp tips of my teeth. This is shapin’ up to be a pretty good night.
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Rushing into the tent with a hand on my holster, I breathe a sigh of relief that the noise wasn’t something more nefarious than the scientist standing over a pile of medical supplies. You can never be too careful, though, so I quickly scan the room for any possible threats. When my sight lands back on Archer, he’s staring at me, his eyes bright with embarrassment. He’s taken off the black shirt he was wearing earlier, leaving him in just a white undershirt that’s smudged with dirt and looks a little sticky with sweat, like he’s been working hard at something. Nothing like the put-together man he was a few hours ago.
He doesn’t hold eye contact long, quickly turning away and crouching down to start picking up the mess.
Before I can offer to help, heavy footsteps sound behind me, and I whirl around, ready to take the threat head-on. There’s a big man coming into the tent, and a scantily dressed woman not far behind him. I can’t becertain on their designations, but I’d guess alpha and omega by the looks of them. Holding up my hand, I gesture for them to stop. “Whoa! Who are you?”
The man looks at me in annoyance, then over my shoulder to Archer. “Can you call off your guard dog? We heard a crash and wanted to be sure everything was okay.”
The pretty omega steps into the tent as well, and I get a better look at her. Jesus fucking Christ, I can see her hard nipples through her thin tank top. Why is she even dressed like that?
Disgust tinged with jealousy hits me when I realize this alphahole already has a piece of ass in his bed on night fucking one. I mean, I’m no saint, but come on. How did he even get her on the site anyway?
Determining they aren’t an immediate threat, I glance back to Archer for confirmation that he knows them. He’s chewing on his thumbnail, clearly embarrassed to be the center of attention and the cause of this spectacle. My cock twitches when his tongue peeks out from between his lips.
