Beth clears her throat as I watch Alora with wide eyes. “You’re right, Omega Harris. No one touches your alphas or your beta. There’s some paperwork I need you to fill out before we get you set up in your suite. Are you with us enough to do that?”
She blinks her eyes, the heat haze slowly seeping out of her eyes. She chews on her bottom lip and wrinkles her nose as she turns back to Beth. “I’m so sorry.”
“There’s no reason to apologize, Omega Harris. I should’ve known better than to touch him—especially knowing just how close you are to your heat.”
“Call me, Alora, please.” She offers Beth a soft smile. “What do you need from me?”
“Alpha Abernathy gave me the basics, but I want to clarify some things with you. It says here you have a bonded alpha and beta who will help you with your heat—Wells and Jordan. Is that correct?”
Alora nods.
Beth glances back down at the paperwork before her. “Good. We have the suite all set up for you. There is a nest, plus two bedrooms. There’s also a kitchenette and a living room, but we’ll deliver food to you each day. If there are any specific drinks or snacks you’d like, you can list them on this sheet of paper. If we have the items on hand, we’ll bring them up to you tonight. Otherwise, we’ll have them delivered to you tomorrow.”
“No one will enter the suite, will they?”
“Not if you don’t want them to, Ome—Alora. That was going to be my next question. We can have the food brought directly into the suite, or we can leave it outside the door.”
“Outside the door,” I growl, not liking the idea of strangers in the suite with my omega when she’s in heat.
Realizing I have no say in the matter, I duck my head, but Wells is quick to agree. “We don’t want anyone in the room.”
Beth nods. “Good. There are a few other things we need to go over, then we can have your pack fill out their paperwork.”
“Wait.” Alora frowns, glancing between me and Beth. “What about Finn?”
“What about me, lass?”
“She said I have Wells and Jordan to help me through my heat. Are you not going…” She trails off as tears fill her eyes, and I’m not here for it.
I pull her onto my lap, resting my chin on the top of her head. “Please don’t cry, omega. I cannae stand seeing you cry. I didnae want to presume that you and your pack would want me there.”
Wells barks out a laugh. “Presume away, Finn. I hate to tell you, but she’s already decided she wants you. You’re stuck with us now.”
“That’s not something I will complain about,” I assure him as Alora pulls back so she can meet my eyes. “Is this what you want?”
She scoffs. “Clearly. Why the hell else would you be here?”
“Because you needed someone to take you to the clinic?” I place my finger over her lips when she opens her mouth, somehow knowing she’s about to ream my ass. “I’m an eejit, Alora. That’s all there is to it.”
Her face softens. “Wells is right. I want you to be part of our pack. I want you to bite me during my heat—make me yours.”
Although my cock had started to soften, it immediately stands at attention once more. “Alora, are you sure? This isn’t something you should rush into. Plus, Wells and Jordan might not be okay with it.”
“Nah, man, you’re one of us.” Jordan slaps his hand on my shoulder and squeezes.
My eyes find Wells, where he’s smirking at me from across the table. “As I said, Alora has claimed you as hers.”
Beth clears her throat, drawing our attention back to her. “Alora, if this is what you want, I’ll need you to sign an additional affidavit stating that you’re of sound mind and body and requesting an alpha’s bite.”
“Done. Whatever I need to sign, I will.”
“Good. I put one in the paperwork just in case. Now, let’s go over where I need each of you to sign.” Beth continues speaking, but I’m no longer paying attention.
How can I when I have the omega of my dreams in my arms?
The omega who said she wants me to bite her during her heat and make her mine.
How is any alpha supposed to think about anything but rutting said omega and marking her? I certainly can’t and just sign wherever Jordan tells me to.
