I must have been driving faster than I thought because we make it to the heat center in thirty minutes instead of the usual forty-five.
That Wells and Alora are fucking in the backseat again might have something to do with it as well.
I jump out of the car, slamming the door shut as quickly as possible before rushing inside with Jordan right on my heels.
There’s a woman behind the desk Her head snaps up when we step inside, and she gives us a soft smile. “Alpha Abernathy?”
“That’s me.”
She nods, glancing at Jordan. “And you must be part of the Harris pack.”
“Jordan, beta.” He seems almost as frazzled as I am. I glance in his direction and see he’s just as hard as I am.
I guess he wasn’t overexaggerating about how much her heat affects him.
Not that anyone with a dick wouldn’t get hard at the scent of an omega in heat—whether they’re interested in the omega or not. His body language tells me he needs to bury himself in Alora just as much as I’d love to.
“My name is Beth,” the woman—whose scent I can’t catch even a hint of in order to guess her designation—says as she steps out from behind the desk, holding a clipboard. “How coherent is the omega? Alora Harris, correct?”
“Yes, that’s her.” Jordan nods, glancing at me with wide eyes. “I don’t know how coherent she is.”
“She’s being knotted by her alpha as we speak. She’s still teetering on the edge of going into full heat. She should be coherent enough to sign the necessary paperwork as soon as his knot goes down,” I assure her. I know they won’t turn us away if she isn’t coherent enough, but that involves way more paperwork.
The centers are here to help omegas through their heat as they desire, but sometimes they arrive too far into their heat. They can’t sign legally binding paperwork while in the heat haze, so it ends up falling on the people who bring the omega to the center. If it turns out the person who brought the omega forced them to do something they wouldn’t have done otherwise, the center will have that person arrested immediately.
“That’s good. We much prefer if we can speak to the omega before they slip in too deep. I have all the paperwork ready, but I will need to speak with Alora before we continue. I need her to tell me who she wants in her suite with her, then I can have each of you sign the paperwork.”
Jordan nods. “I’ll go let Wells and Alora know.”
Then he’s gone, leaving me alone with Beth as sheconsiders me. “According to the information you provided, it will just be the omega and her two pack mates.”
“I…uhh…I didnae want to presume,” I say, a blush creeping up my neck as I duck my head. “Mine and Alora’s courtship is new. I’m unsure if she’ll want me there.”
“And if she does?”
I frown. “Then I’ll be there for it.”
Beth laughs quietly. “Don’t get offended. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t being coerced into something you didnae want either. We just like to make sure all the bases are covered.”
“Aye, I guess that makes sense.” I shoot her a tight smile. “Thank you, lass.”
This time, she throws her head back as she laughs. “Lass? I’m probably old enough to be your ma.”
For a moment, I forget how to breathe as pain rips through me and tears fill my eyes.
“Alpha Abernathy, are you okay?”
I clear my throat and blink away the tears as the door opens once more. “Aye. My ma passed not that long ago, and it’s…”
“Hard, aye.” Beth reaches over to squeeze my hand. “I understand.”
A growl splits through the room just before Alora rushes over and rips Beth’s hand from mine. “Mine.”
Beth’s eyes widen as she scoots her chair back, hands up in surrender. “Of course, Omega Harris. I’m very sorry. I never should’ve touched your alpha.”
“Alora, she was just comforting me,” I assure my omega, who spins around to face me. “She wasn’t doing anything wrong.”
Alora bares her teeth. “No one touches what’s mine. You. Are. Mine. No. Touch.”
