ABO X EUPHORIA

CHAPTER ONE

It was a beautiful spring morning, and as I was walking down the street to the campus of my university, I could not help but admire the waking nature I witnessed while strolling with a cup of coffee in my hand. I was wearing the ridiculous outfit – a pink crop-top with strings and a baby blue skirt and kitten heels – but it didn't matter because at least I was comfortable. I tried my best not to spill the coffee I was carrying as both of my hands were occupied, one of the cups I decided to bring to Rue, who was also an Omega like me and who was my best friend since we were little. Not only were our families friendly with one another, but we also went to the same all-Omega middle school and high school.

I found Rue near the auditorium of our morning class, she was reviewing her notes and scribbling feverishly in the margins.

"Good morning," I said, beaming up at her.

Rue looked up and sighed, taking the caramel macchiato from my left hand. She looked nervous and a little chaotic – her hair was all over the place, and her clothes were wrinkled, but it seemed coffee was helping her a bit.

"You're a saver," she murmured gratefully, taking a sip and closing her eyes from pleasure. "Perfect." Then she looked me up and down. "I thought you said you were studying all night?"

I nodded. We were both second-year English literature students. Rue was always the one to start studying the night before the exam, but I had to admit that she was a much better student at university than in high school.

"I was. I love Emily Dickinson." We were studying XIX century American poetry, and today, we had a test on Emily Dickinson. "So it wasn't that hard to force myself to study." I actually loved this subject but never fancied bragging about it in front of others, especially Rue, who found it all to be quite difficult.

Rue eyed me warily.

"You still look stunning. As if you had beauty sleep or somethin'."

I drank my coffee because I didn't know what to say.

"And I'm pretty sure you'll get 100%, just like you always do," Rue continued. "I honestly can't understand how you do all of this – living with your posh parents, being the most beautiful and the most intelligent girl ever…

I smiled. I was neither the smartest nor the most beautiful girl, in fact, I just loved fashion, and a few exceptional female writers, nothing else, but I did love it when Rue complimented me. "I'm just trying to do my best," I admitted. And it was true, for the most part. "And you yourself are the coolest person alive, so we're equal." Then I looked around nervously. "Where is Jules? Shouldn't she be here by now?"

Rue yawned and shrugged her shoulders.

"I've no idea."

I raised my eyebrows.

"Don't you guys live together?"

In the first year, Rue lived with me at my parents' house because my Dad didn't want to let me, his most precious daughter and an Omega, live on my own, and I didn't want to leave Rue alone. After all, she was also an Omega, and it wasn't safe or healthy for her to live by all herself. Then Rue met Jules, the most fascinating and non-asshole Alpha they've ever met, and it all just clicked immediately. They mated after roughly two months of dating and have lived together ever since in Jules' apartment.

Rue shrugged again.

"Yeah, but she left somewhere this morning, I woke up all alone. Maybe she had some business she didn't wanna tell me 'bout." I rolled my eyes. Alphas and their business. "Anyways, I don't care what she's doing, but I do want to pass this fucking test."

"Wait, you drove here alone?" I asked, surprised.

Rue nodded non chalantly. I couldn't believe it because my Dad would drive me every morning, whether to a coffee shop or university, wherever I needed to be, he was so frightened for my safety as an unmated Omega that he did all he could to never let me out of his sight.

Rue saw I was worried, and she tried to sound even more uncaring.

"Yeah, whatever. Nothin' happened, right?"

"Could've happened," I said.

"Oh, calm down, Cassie. It's not like I was raped or anythin'. I'm a mated Omega now, and it's a lot safer for me to walk aroun' alone than it is to you."

That was true, of course, and I felt myself become paler.

Rue went pale as well when she saw our professor.

The test was pretty easy, even though Rue did not think it was, but I tried to calm her down, telling her that I believed she did great. We were leaving the classroom, and I was listening to Rue mumbling how she indeed failed this time and did not get a single answer right when suddenly the doors opened from the other side, and behind them was Jules. Rue and I stopped abruptly, completely dumbfounded.

"Hi, what did I miss?" she smiled at me and at her Omega.

I rolled my eyes.

"The test, Jules. On Emily Dickinson."

Jules frowned.

"Oh right," was all she said. Whereas Rue, even if she wasn't the best student, still cared about her studies very much, Jules, on the other hand, was the complete opposite of that – the Alpha did not care enough to study at home, and she would skip classes quite often. Sometimes I thought she only continued her course because of Rue so that she could be close to her at all times. But other times, on days like this one, I had actually no idea what was happening inside Jules' mind. If she cared so much about Rue and wanted to protect her so badly, why did she constantly leave her alone like that, without saying a word? Maybe that was just typical Alpha behavior.

Rue had crossed her arms on her chest.

"Where were you?" she asked, clearly pissed.

Jules waved her hand in the air.

"Oh, you know, here and there."

Rue raised an eyebrow. I totally understood how angry she's feeling and could not blame her for it.

"What do you mean 'here and there'? I woke up to an empty bed! I was losin' my mind, fuckin' worryin' 'bou you!"

Only now did I understand the hurt Rue felt, the hurt she tried to hide when we first talked right before class.

Jules took one step closer to Rue, cupped her face in her hands, and kissed her softly. I moved aside and looked away, feeling like this moment was too personal for a third person.

"I'll explain when we get back home. Okay?" Jules used her all-powerful Alpha voice. Even I felt my knees wobble a bit.

Rue immediately melted into her Alpha's touch.

"Sure," she complied silently.

We went to our next class, but even if Jules made Rue wait for an explanation, I could still tell she was angry.

"Let me know what the hell happened here as soon as she tells you," I whispered Rue. I lived not only for feminine poetry and fashion but also for gossip. Especially when it involves my best friend.

Rue nodded.

I noticed how Jules held Rue's hand in her palm during the whole lecture even though it was apparent that Rue wasn't keen on touching and was still pissed. But Jules did not let her go.

Once the class ended and I started packing my things, Jules turned to me, still tightly holding Rue's hand, and asked me:

"Hey, Cass, need a ride home?"

I looked at Rue, and she nodded enthusiastically.

"Sure," I said. It was safer for me to drive home with an Alpha than wait for an Uber. Of course, I could call Dad, he would never refuse to take me home, and my parents were that wealthy that I didn't have to ask anyone to get me home, ever. But this was Jules, and she was my best friend's mate, and she was really very kind when she wasn't pissing off that said best friend. And I was tired, had to do a lot of work when I got back home… it was just easier this way.

Jules' car was a silver Toyota jeep. It was giant but very silent and comfortable. The drive to my home was quiet as well. Nobody talked. Rue was angrily staring from the passenger's seat window, Jules couldn't hold her hand because she needed to drive attentively, and I had nothing to say, so I just sat in the back, going completely mute. I did not feel the need to talk. I was also looking outside, noticing the beautiful waking nature. Her home was not far from campus, so it took a little more than fifteen minutes to get back.

"We're here," announced Jules.

Rue turned around to me.

"You'll be analyzing that Keats' poem tonight, right? Please, once you do, send me a briefing… I totally don't get it, and I'll need your help…"

I smiled, hoping that the dread on Rue's face will not be seen tomorrow. I hated when she was angry, or sad, or upset.

"Of course, Rue. I'll send it all as soon as I'm done."

Jules sniffed the air, surprising both Omegas. She looked at me.

"You've got visitors." She said simply as if we were talking about the weather.

I frowned but managed only to thank her for the ride once more.

The door was unlocked. I went in. it was very silent.

"Mom? I'm home!"

Nobody answered. I looked in the kitchen, but she was not there. Then I went to the living room and threw my bag on one of the armchairs.

"Mom? Dad?" I called out again.

No answer.

I looked out the window and saw Dad's car parked outside. There was also a shiny black Mercedes I did not recognize.

I decided to go to Dad's office. I knocked on the door, then slowly opened it.

"Dad? I'm home."

First, the smell hit me – unmistakable, irresistible, robust, masculine and all-consuming, dark, broody, dominating, and comforting scent. It was clear this smell came from an Alpha, but I'd never encountered an Alpha with such hypnotizing smell before. And then I saw that man in my Dad's office, he was sitting in a chair in front of my Dad. All I managed to see was dark-brown hair and deep dark eyes when our glances clashed. My whole body went numb, and I whispered:

"Oh...! I'm so sorry for interrupting… I'll come back later."

The strange man stood up and said:

"No need. We're already done." He looked at my Dad. "I hope you won't take long pondering and accept my offer."

His voice was just as mesmerizing as was his smell – deep, low, masculine, and very dominating. And when he stood up, I noticed how notoriously huge this man was – he was tall, broad-shouldered, all muscles, and his stance exuded power. The triple power – his scent, the sound of his voice, and his looks made me feel something deep inside. I couldn't hold myself back and gasped audibly. The strange dark man was towering over me in a matter of seconds.

"And who are you, Omega?" he asked, using his Alpha voice that made my insides rearrange themselves. Even the way he said the word Omega was something from another planet. I could not help but stare up at him with enchanted eyes.

My Dad and I said at the same time:

"She's none of your business."

"I'm Cassie."

Dad sighed. It was clear my Dad wanted me to have nothing to do with this man, but I was so enamored with this beautiful, magnificent Alpha that I just couldn't get a hold of myself.

My Dad moved fast and forced me away from him, shielding me from those captivating dark eyes that did not leave me for a second.

"She's my daughter," Dad said. "And she has nothing to do with you."

The stranger chuckled darkly.

"We will see," he said. Then he finally managed to tear his gaze from me and looked at my Dad. "Don't think too long, Howard. I may not have enough patience to wait for and= extended period." He praised me with one final glance. "And to you, Omega, I wish sweet dreams."

He winked. And left. But his scent still lingered in her home. In fact, it remained everywhere.

I couldn't believe he winked at me. I felt my legs go weak, and Dad managed to hold me.

"Calm down," he said caressingly.

"Who is he?" I asked.

"Nathaniel Jacobs," Dad answered, and I noticed his eyes go dark. "He's an Alpha mafia boss. And he's big trouble, Cass. Swear to me that you'll stay away from him."

I looked at Dad's eyes and could not say no.

"Okay, Dad, I swear."

Why would I want to pursue this kind of Alpha anyway?

But it looks like I'll need to start taking those heat suppressants after all…

Dad kissed my forehead.

"Go lay down a little."

I nodded and laid down on the sofa.

"But where's Mom?" I remembered to ask.

My Dad answered before leaving for the kitchen.

"She went shopping. Should be back soon enough. I didn't want her to see Jacobs. He creeps her out."

CHAPTER TWO

I was as innocent and inexperienced in all things related to sex as Virgin Mary, and I also hadn't had my first heat yet, even though I was twenty years old. I was just like I still didn't have to take heat suppressants as all unmated Omegas my age had to in order to get rid of unwanted Alpha attention. Of course, if there would be a need, I'm sure my parents would do all that was necessary to keep me safe and healthy – if I were to go in heat, they would definitely find something to ease my suffering. But so far, none of it was needed.

If only Alpha hadn't winked at me. Maybe I would've had a peaceful night's sleep. But he did. And so, my dreams went wild. They weren't as sweet as he wished, but they were indeed spicy.

I dreamt of him, of Alpha. He was touching me, owning me, he corrupted my body, my thoughts, my feelings, even my senses. I dreamt how he whispered all sorts of devious things in my ear.

Such a good Omega.

You're doing so well.

You're going to take it all, won't you, Omega?

And I arched my back to be closer to him. To feel his lips on my own, to have his hands trailing my body. That was all I wanted.

In my dreams, he was rough and sweet, dominating and comforting, demanding and subservient. I bet it was more my ideal Alpha incorporated than the actual Nathaniel Jacobs but still. From now on, he completely controlled my thoughts and emotions. Alpha breathed hot air onto my skin, touched my most private parts with his huge warm hands, and I leaned into his touch, wanting more of that warmth I always craved. He licked, sucked on, and softly bit my neck glands, and I felt myself coming over the edge…

I woke up with a gasp and felt my whole body go cold with sweat. I breathed heavily and looked around. I was alone in my pinkish-goldish bedroom, and there was no Alpha here. I shivered and pushed my thighs together. That's when I felt something hot and sticky there. I pulled off the sheets of my bedding and noticed the slick coming from inside me, leaving wet trails and my pyjama bottoms. I gasped again, jumped out of bed, and feverishly looked for something to clean out all the mess. I grabbed a towel and started wiping my sheets and between my thighs. Then I heard a knock on my bedroom door.

"Hey, honey, is everything alright? Why are you still asleep?" it was Mom.

I panicked but thought better of it. I did nothing wrong. It's just my pheromones going crazy. If there's anybody who can help, it's Mom. She is also an Omega, so she'll understand.

I opened the door.

"Hi, Mom… I… think I just had a wet dream." I said, blushing furiously. I'm an adult woman, and I shouldn't be blushing, but I just felt so embarrassed.

Mom looked around at my bed, and then looked me up and down. Her eyes showed pity and comfort.

"Oh, sweetie…" she murmured. "Oh, it's alright, I'll help you clean it all."

Relief filled my heart, and I immediately felt less panicky. We took off dirty bedsheets and put on new ones, then I went to take a shower and wash all the mess off and change. Mom told me to get downstairs as soon as I got ready.

Dad made scrambled eggs. I didn't realize I was that hungry until I saw food in front of me. I started eating and felt Mom's gaze on me.

"What?" I asked with a full mouth.

Mom smiled and sipped some coffee Dad made.

"So, you're gonna tell me what was that all about?"

I frowned.

"Ew, Mom, no, not in front of Dad."

Dad looked at me intently and sat down at the kitchen table.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Nothing!" I spoke.

Mom rolled her eyes.

"Fine, fine, not in front of Dad." She looked at her husband. "You both better stop keeping secrets from me in my own house."

This time it was Dad's turn to roll his eyes.

"I already told you, yesterday it was just a business meeting, but it was quite important, so I wanted you out to not distract me…"

Mom gasped.

"So now I'm a distraction to you?"

I looked at my watch.

"Dad, we gotta go, or else I'll be late."

Dad gave me a grateful glance and stood up.

"Let's go then," he said.

"Okay, forget what I said yesterday about you looking stunning," Rue said. "Today, you look like you were hit by a truck.

I groaned.

"That's pretty much how I'm feeling, to be honest," I admitted.

Rue, Jules, and I sat in a cafeteria on a break between our morning and evening classes. I had put on a glittery grey blazer, a black skirt, and Mary Jane shoes, braided my light brown hair, and put on some makeup, but that all did not help hide the dark circles under my eyes.

"I think last night I had a wet Omega dream for the first time ever," I admitted.

Jules laughed.

"Seriously? You're twenty, and you've never had a wet dream before?"

I shook my head.

"No. And I'd rather not get one again because I would really like to get some undisturbed sleep. It was exhausting."

Rue looked worried.

"Do you have any idea why this happened all of a sudden?" she asked.

"Actually, yeah. But you guys have to promise not to say a word about this to anyone."

And I told them everything about my encounter with Alpha Nathaniel Jacobs. More of what I thought of him and what he made me feel rather what we, well, he, talked about because truth be said, we haven't talked all that much. I told them that he looked stunning and dominant, beautiful and mesmerizing, and, most importantly, his essence was the most magical scent I've ever smelled. Jules seemed disgusted and Rue very interested.

After I finished talking, Jules gasped loudly.

"Nate Jacobs was at your house last night?"

I frowned.

"Weren't you the one who told me I have a guest?"

"Yeah, but I had no idea it was him!"

Rue turned to Jules.

"You smelled him?" she asked.

"Alphas can smell other Alphas better than anyone else," Jules said. Then she turned to me, "How do you think, what did he want from your Dad?"

I shrugged.

"I have no idea. They talked about making a deal or something like that. I tried asking my Dad all about it, but he refused to talk to me. Said it's nothing I should 'worry my little head about' and quit asking him silly useless questions."

Rue rolled her eyes.

"Typical Alpha bullshit."

I had to admit I felt the same way, but he was still my Dad, so I said nothing.

"Well," Jules spoke up, "If you and I had an Omega child," she said to Rue, "I would do all that's in my power to protect them from some dangerous Alpha criminals who want to claim them."

I noticed Rue blushing slightly.

"Yeah, but still," my best friend said. "Cassie should know what's going on."

Suddenly I felt the urge to change the topic.

"I'm sure I will soon enough. And what about you guys? What do you plan to do on the weekend?" I asked.

Rue and Jules switched covert glances between one another.

"Well…" Rue began.

"It's her heat," Jules finished her Omega's sentence, sounding all smug and proud.

My eyebrows shot up.

"Again?" I asked.

Jules rolled her eyes.

"It's been in three months. I couldn't wait any longer anyways. I needed some action.

I sighed. Rue's heat cycle lasted around three months, but it differed for all Omegas. I knew Omega's cycle could last anywhere from one to six months.

"Oh, right," I murmured. "Well, good luck to you two then."

Dad drove me home and promised to make me some lunch because he saw I wasn't feeling well. I feel like he could tell this mood change was caused by Alpha Jacobs, but he mentioned nothing of it, perhaps not wanting his thoughts to become true.

While Dad got all the products ready in the kitchen, I climbed upstairs and changed into more comfortable loungewear. Then I got back into the living room and lay on the sofa, watching dad make lasagna from scratch.

"So, what's up with all the Nathaniel Jacobs thing?" I asked casually.

Dad turned to me and shook a steak knife in my direction.

"What's up with whatever your Mom was doing in your bedroom this morning? It's been ages since you let her come into 'your personal territory.'"

I rolled my eyes.

"Fine, fair enough. You don't talk, I don't talk," I said. I watched him cut up some tomatoes. "Want my help with that?" I asked.

Dad shook his head.

"No, better get some rest, darling. You look like you haven't slept at all."

"Everyone keeps saying that…" I mumbled. "You know I like cooking… and I already laid down on this fucking sofa enough yesterday."

"Language," Dad mumbled. Then his voice became softer, "And you still don't seem rested," Dad said. "I think all that English literature university stuff is wearing you down."

"It's not English literature, Dad," I whispered.

"Then what?" Dad asked.

"Never mind," I sighed.

Mom came home right on time for dinner. She saw me lying on a sofa, face puffy from the powerful nap I took while dad blended pesto sauce in an electric blender, and she paled a little.

She came by my side and touched my forehead with her cold fingers.

"Honey, are you feeling alright?" she asked, concerned.

I nodded.

"Yeah, it's fine, I'm just a little tired," I said.

"Well, let's hope tonight you sleep better," she said, and I mumbled something incoherent.

"I hope so too, Mom."

Mom helped Dad put plates and utensils on the table, and while we ate, she asked me:

"Do you have any plans for the weekend?"

I looked at her, feeling even more tired than before.

"Nope. No plans at all. Just studying."

Dad raised an eyebrow.

"Won't you be hanging out with Rue and Jules?" he asked.

"Nope," I said again. "Rue's heat about to start, presumably tomorrow, at least Jules said that's what she smelled like. So, they'll be occupied for at least four full days."

"Very well then," Mom said. "I'll need your help to get ready because Lexi is coming to visit us together with baby Nia." My twenty-five-year-old sister Lexi was an Omega like me, and she had been married to a fine Alpha James for three years. Their relationship seemed to be so perfect that I couldn't help but feel jealous of them. But I did love their nine-month-old baby girl Omega Nia. "They'll be here on Friday."

My sigh was one of relief.

"That's great," I said honestly. "At least it'll be more fun than hanging out with you guys."

Mom laughed out loud, but Dad's face remained serious. It seemed he didn't even hear our conversation.

CHAPTER THREE. family time.

The next morning Rue and Jules did not show up at university, so I was left to deal on my own. But that did not bother me all that much. I spent the whole in classes and studying in the library on breaks. It was a relatively productive Friday, and I had to admit that Nathaniel Jacobs did not cross my mind all that often, but he was still a problem – not only did I not stop dreaming about him at night, but he also corrupted my daydreams. He was already there, waiting, seducing, claiming, and not letting me go whenever I had a free moment, a moment with nothing useful to think about. But I tried to control myself, I tried my best not to let him in my head.

It seemed like two days ago, he planted an evil horny seed inside me that started sprouting as soon as he winked at me and wished me sweet dreams. But the gravest problem of all – in my dreams, whether they were daydreams or horny nightmares, he was not Nathaniel Jacobs, he was just Alpha, specifically my Alpha. And that was bad, very bad. I could tell such a thing to nobody, not even to Mom or Rue, it was just too embarrassing.

Lexi and Nia came here on Friday evening, right on time, as Dad and I finished making fancy dinner. Lexi's husband Andrew drove them both here, but he said he couldn't stay and would pick up his wife and daughter on Sunday evening. This was great because I didn't think Dad would be able to handle another Alpha in the house. Besides, he really wanted to spend some quality time with his oldest daughter since the last time she visited us was months ago.

Lexi looked even more beautiful and happy after giving birth than she was during pregnancy, and it was apparent motherhood changed her for good and allowed her to fully flourish as an Omega. My sister hugged Mom, then me, really tightly, but when it was Dad's turn to hug her, he held her close to himself and didn't want to let go for a few minutes. I thought I saw tears in his eyes, but when he moved away from Lexi, his eyes were bright and happy.

"Well don't you look stunning, sis," Lexi said to me when we finally sat down to eat. Nia was sleeping her second nap of the day in the living room, otherwise, I wouldn't let go of her.

I smiled, "Thanks, but you yourself look amazing."

Lexi put a strand of her dark-brown hair over her ear.

"I guess it's genes," she said.

"Perfect genes," Dad added.

"Still haven't found any fine gentleman worth your time, Cass?" Lexi asked me.

I blushed, feeling Mom's gaze carve through my skull. I was blushing again, three days in a row, and I couldn't believe it. I never blush.

"Absolutely not," I said. "There are other things on my head at the moment."

Lexi snorted, "Like what?"

I frowned and scrunched my nose.

"Once you became a mom, you also became insufferable, haven't you, Lexi?" I turned to Mom.

"Is that an annoying mother thing? Once you have a kid, you find it your duty to get your nose into other people's business?"

Lexi stared, dumbfounded.

Dad narrowed his eyes at me.

"That's enough, Cassie. You don't talk like that to your sister and not at the dinner table. What's gotten into you?"

I lowered my eyes and stared at my plate.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I'm just a little stressed, that's all."

Then Mom started talking to Lexi, and I got some time to collect myself.

After everybody finished eating, Dad and I cleaned the table and did the dishes while Lexi went to feed Nia, who had already woken up and started crying. Mom followed her and helped to handle her granddaughter.

When sweet baby girl was sated, and I had already finished doing the dishes, Lexi allowed me to hold Nia and play with her a little until she got tired and fell asleep soundly in my arms. Nia mostly talked in her baby language, but I could swear I heard her say, Cass, Cass. Dad built a little crib in the living room for the baby, and when it was well past midnight and we all had finished sharing news, I asked Lexi to sleep with me in my room and, surprisingly, she agreed, even if I was a little rude to her at the table.

We laid down on my bed wearing only pyjamas and talked quietly for a few hours. We discussed so many things, and no wonder I felt the urge to tell her about Nathaniel Jacobs. I also told her about my Alpha thing and that I couldn't get rid of the sense of belonging to him.

"Oh shit," Lexi whispered in the dark. "That's bad, Cass. That's really bad."

"I know," I said, sounding a little pathetic.

"I mean, if it were literally any other Alpha, I'd say, go for it, go through heat with him, go mate and have little babies with him, but… this is Nathaniel Jacobs. He is dangerous. I think there's a reason why he acted this way around you. You still don't know what he wanted from Dad?" Lexi asked.

I told her what I said to Rue and Jules a few days before – that I had absolutely no idea, and Dad wouldn't tell me no matter how many times I asked.

"Why can't I fancy a normal Alpha? A caring, nurturing, protective Alpha who lives a normal life and wants to love me with all his heart and isn't some crazy-ass criminal? Why does it have to be him?" I whined.

Lexi sighed heavily, "Let's hope it's just some horny Omega thing, and you'll get over it in a while."

We talked some more nonsense until sunrise, and it felt good, comforting, as if we were both just kids again, with not a care in the world. Talking heart-to-heart with Lexi made my anxieties go away for a while.

In the morning, I felt crazily tired because both Lexi and I got only a few hours of sleep, but it all got better when I got to see the beautiful baby face of my beloved niece. Lexi could not take her away from me the whole morning – I fed her from the bottle, changed her diapers and clothes, carried her around the house, and talked in a bubbly baby language that she seemed to love. Then Mom, Lexi, and I went for a walk in a park, and I refused to let anyone else carry her stroller.

It was a beautiful and sunny spring day, if a little chilly, and I was in so much better mood than the days before. We went back home for a couple of hours to have lunch. While the rest of the family – Mom, Dad, and Lexi – were in the kitchen, I continued with auntie-carrying-baby-around-the-house activities, having Nia's head peacefully lying on my chest.

The knock on the door was so silent that I wouldn't have heard it too if, at that very moment, I hadn't walked by the outside door. I could not imagine who was knocking in the middle of the day since we definitely weren't expecting any guests. Thinking it was Lexi's husband, Andrew, I opened the door.

There were two men. One of them was all bald head and bulky muscles with sunglasses on, and the other one… the other one was Nathaniel Jacobs. Nia curiously lifted her head and stared at the two scary-looking Alphas.

"Oh… Hello…" I said, feeling frozen in place with surprise.

I could tell from Jacobs' eyes that he definitely recognized me. A small, barely noticeable smile appeared on his lips as if he was trying to hide it. My Alpha looked me up and down, and then his gaze trailed to the baby in my arms.

"Are you here… to see my father?" I asked cautiously.

The dominating Alpha decided to ignore my questions, looking at me as if I was a snack.

"Whose baby is that?" he asked, staring at babbling Nia, then at me again.

I swallowed.

"My sister's," I said.

I did not have the chance to say anything else when Dad appeared behind me, trying to forcefully move me out of the way, anywhere where Jacobs couldn't penetrate me with his gaze.

"I thought we had a deal to meet on Monday. It's Saturday," Dad said, his voice cold and stiff.

Jacobs' face did not betray a single emotion.

"Change of plans. I'm terribly sorry to see you're on family duty, though," the Alpha said, trying to catch a glimpse of me but still looking ravenously handsome. There was no regret in his voice.

Dad turned to me, "Cassie, move away," he said, then turned back to Jacobs. "I'll warn my wife not to wait for me for dinner." Jacobs nodded.

Dad went to the kitchen and whispered something fast to Mom while I snuggled Nia's little body closer to mine. Mom looked sad, and Lexi was slightly startled.

"Dad, what's going on?" I asked quietly.

Dad patted my shoulder.

"Don't worry, kid. It's nothing serious."

I frowned.

"That Alpha looks damn serious. Why are you hiding things?"

Dad bit his teeth, "I'll be back soon enough," was all he said.

Then Dad went through the door, and I saw Nathaniel Jacobs' hypnotizing brown eyes one last time. I could swear I witnessed him smile wickedly at me before closing the door.

I came back to the kitchen, unable to remove Alpha's image forever imprinted in my brain.

"Did Dad tell you anything about this, Mom? Lexi asked.

Mom shook her head.

"I'm just as oblivious as you are, honey."

CHAPTER FOUR. a few degrees higher.

Dad came back home the night from Saturday to Sunday. Lexi and I went to sleep in my room together with baby Nia, well past midnight again, but Mom stayed in the living to wait for Dad, saying she would not be able to fall asleep while he was gone. She was pale with worry, and we completely understood that. We heard the door open and their muffled voices at about five in the morning. Lexi and I went to sneak on the stairs just like we did when we were children, and Dad would come home very late, and Mom would stay up waiting for him. It's just that Lexi and I were not children anymore. They still kept things from us.

"What happened?" Mom asked Dad, standing up as soon as he came to hug her. He looked exhausted.

Dad said to her something very quietly, so Lexi nor I could hear anything. Mom looked horrified, from what we could tell in the dim lamplight.

They sat down on the sofa and talked a little more, but that conversation was not very informational. When they both decided to go to sleep and started getting up the stairs and Lexi, and I ran to my bedroom like scared girls, it was still unclear what Nathaniel Jacobs wanted with my dad.

It was Lexi's last night at our home, at her childhood home, but both she and I could not fall asleep.

"It's a lot scarier not to know what's going on than to know at least a tiny little detail," I said.

Lexi let out a shaky breath and grabbed my hand in the dark.

"Promise me you'll be careful," she told me.

I turned my head to look at her, even though I could barely see her features.

"Why me? It's Dad who should be careful, tell him that."

Short silence.

"Just promise me, okay?" Lexi squeezed my hand tighter.

"Okay," I promised finally. "I'll try to be careful as long as it's in my power."

Dad woke up later than usual in the morning, so Mom made us breakfast, pancakes with chocolate chips, while Lexi fed Nia. It seemed Mom wanted to comfort us with food, but she couldn't have known we'd been listening to them talk. All three of us sat down to eat at the kitchen table while Nia played with her toys and giggled on the carpet right next to us. But then we heard Dad coming from the master bedroom, and we all went silent instantly. Dad looked better than he did just a few hours before, but he was still slightly disheveled even though he dressed up and combed his hair.

"What are you lot up to?" he asked carelessly as we watched him put some pancakes on his plate and pour coffee into his favorite mug.

Lexi crossed her arms.

"What do you think?" she asked with slight annoyance in her voice.

Dad shrugged, completely oblivious.

"For ruining family weekend?" he asked, no change in his tone.

Mom put her hand on his shoulder.

"You did not ruin anything. We'll plan another weekend together, right?" She looked at Lexi and me for support.

Neither of us answered her.

"I want to know what's going on with you, Dad," Lexi spoke, getting angrier as Dad avoided her eyes. "I come to visit my parents with my infant daughter, hoping this is a safe space, and I see some mafia criminals walking in and out of our door? And you feel absolutely no obligation to tell me anything beforehand?"

Dad swallowed, then looked at his oldest daughter.

"I'm sorry. I had no idea this would happen," he said quietly.

"What would happen?" Lexi asked furiously. "Nathaniel Jacobs?"

Dad leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

"Yes. Him."

"And what does he want from you? Why does he keep on visiting your home?"

Dad glared at me accusingly as if to blame me for snitching on him to my sister, but I felt no guilt. He couldn't keep this up forever, and I was actually worried.

"It is a personal matter between Jacobs and me," Dad finally told Lexi. "It does not involve neither your Mom nor the two of you."

Lexi snarled.

"I know that both you and my husband are involved in mafia business to some extent, but you're not that kind of criminal, not like Jacobs. This is next-level shit," Lexi fumed.

Mom frowned.

"Lexi, I think that's enough."

My sister opened her mouth to say something else, but the doorbell rang. I looked at her and saw her shocked face. Nobody ever rang nor knocked on our door since our property was very well protected from intruders and strangers. Someone knocking on our door two days in a row was highly unusual.

Dad went to open the door for last night's scenario not to repeat itself. It was Aiden. He didn't even say hi to our Dad, he just went straight to the door and calmed down a little when he saw Lexi sitting at the table.

"You're okay..." he whispered. He looked like a nervous mess.

Lexi frowned and stood up, then went closer to Aiden, sensing his distress.

"Of course, I'm okay, why wouldn't I be?" she said. "Didn't you say you'd pick me up on Sunday evening?"

Aiden looked at Dad, then at Lexi again. The worry on his face was gone, and now there was anger.

"I heard Jacobs was here last night. I was so worried, I thought he'd killed you all, and I'd come here to pick up bones…" Lexi's eyes widened in shock. "Pack up your things, we're leaving. Now," Aiden said. Lexi could not say no to his Alpha tone.

Dad tried to apologize to Aiden, saying that it wasn't supposed to be like that and that next time, he'll make sure everything was one-hundred-percent safe, but it was clear from Aiden's face there would be no next time.

I helped Lexi dress Nia up, then I gathered all her toys and other things. Lexi hugged Mom and me really tightly and whispered to us:

"There will be next time. I'll talk to him."

Everybody knew who Nate Jacobs was, I thought as Jules was driving me to campus and Rue was reading her notes on Keats' poetry in the car on Monday morning. My Dad and Mom, my sister and her husband, and even Jules knew him to be the cruelest Alpha out there. Still, somehow in my thoughts, there was a soft spot for him in the deepest darkest corners of my mind because I never imagined him as a dangerous mafia boss, even though that's all he was. No, in my head, he was the ideal Alpha – caring, protective, loving, strong, even a little possessive. He occupied my thoughts not with fear but with passion, so strong I felt I could not contain it in my body.

Last night I didn't get enough sleep again, and it started getting to my head. I felt dizzy, it was hard to focus, and in the morning, I woke up again wet and cold with sweat. I somehow managed to dress up and do my makeup, even though I was shivering and feverish. I wondered if I should tell Mom I'm sick, but I didn't want to worry her even more, not after everything that happened last night. I only managed to swallow two spoons of porridge Dad had made before getting too nauseous. Dad probably thought I was angry because he allowed me to drive with Jules without arguing. In the car, Rue and Jules kept on asking what was wrong with me, but all I said was, "Must be all the stress at uni."

During the first morning lecture, I wasn't freezing anymore but got heated up so badly I wanted to rip all my clothes off to ease the fire that seemed to come from my insides. After that class, I went to the bathroom to freshen up with cold water, but it was no use, I was still getting hot like crazy. Rue and Jules did not follow me because they had a class in another building, so I had a moment to gather myself. I went out into the empty corridor, leaned on the wall, closed my eyes for a second, and massaged my temples. That's when I heard an Alpha voice.

"Hi there, Cass."

I opened my eyes.

It was Kyle, smart but cocky Alpha. He was also in the third year, and last semester we had to write an essay together. I decided he was the worst teammate ever because I had to do all the work, and he still got the highest grade for my effort. I even forgot this asshole existed, and up until now, my life was perfectly fine without him in it.

"Hi, Kyle," I answered, feeling dizzy and noticing how his nostrils flared a little, and he sniffed the air, but maybe it was just my imagination. "Back from your travels?" I asked, trying not to sound rude and keep the conversation going.

Kyle smiled; there was something predatory in that toothy grin.

"I've been back for two weeks," he said, getting closer. I felt too nauseous to move away from him. Something dangerous and stalky shone in his eyes. "Why didn't you come to visit me, Cass?"

I swallowed.

"I had no idea you're back," I said, getting more terrified with every step he took. I had never felt like that in his presence before. And what was I saying? I wouldn't have come to visit him even if I knew he was back. Why was I telling him what I knew he wanted to hear?

My incoherent words seemed to entertain Kyle even further. His smile widened. I looked behind me to the exit.

"Well, you should've known, Omega." I shivered from the way he said that last word. "You should've asked Jules about me." He was talking utter bullshit, but his Alpha tone still scared the crap out of me. He took two more steps my way and reached for me. "Come with me, Omega, I'll help you, I'll take care of you."

I stared at Kyle for a second, completely dumbfounded. Then I turned around and sprinted outside through the door, hoping the cool spring breeze would ease my fever and trying to get away from this crazy Alpha as far as possible. I went down the street, passed the infamous university buildings, clutching my bag to my chest and looking back from time to time to see if I was being followed. For the grace of some gods, I wasn't. Then I was out of campus, and my breathing became less panicked. I was hot and feverish, that impossible heat coming from deep in my core.

I kept on walking to get away for Kyle, completely not caring about the fact I had class in fifteen minutes and oblivious that he wasn't even following me and I was safe. I realized I had to get back when I turned to a small alley where nobody was around. I stopped, ready to head back to campus, but I heard a car engine. I turned around. It was a black Mercedes, but I could not decipher who was driving because I felt terribly dizzy. The car stopped, and a moment later, someone climbed out of the driver's seat.

Of course, with my luck, it was Nathaniel Jacobs. And it was clear from his face he drove to this alley, not by mistake. He was getting closer to me, his face just as predatory as Kyle's. my breathing became heavier, and I tried to get away to the other side because he blocked my way to the campus with his car and his enormous body.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, feeling the crazy need in my core intensify. Unlike Kyle, I wanted to get close to this Alpha, but the scraps of my sanity still left screamed to leave immediately.

He got closer. There was something else in his eyes, as if he was trying to be careful not to scare me away. Well. He wasn't doing a great job at that.

I noticed him also sniffing the air. Him acting this way made me feel awfully horny, as Kyle's only frightened me. I had no idea what was happening to my thoughts and my body. I felt so betrayed by my own anatomy.

The Alpha was close enough to grab me by the neck and pull me closer to him. I was so shocked by this gesture that it made me feel and think of insanely nasty things that I couldn't think straight. His all-powerful Alpha scent overwhelmed all of my senses.

"What are you doing here," he eventually gritted through his teeth.

It was not a question. It was pure rage.

"What do you mean what am I doing here?" I asked quietly, almost inaudibly, misunderstanding. "I'm going back to class, and I'm already late."

Something shined in his eyes, dark and lustful. I noticed his pupils were more dilated than before.

"You're not going anywhere," Alpha whispered, his voice husky. "Not when you're about to get in heat, little Omega."

CHAPTER FIVE. unusually spicy interactions.

"You're not going anywhere. Not when you're about to get in heat, little Omega."

I froze after hearing his words. My body shook feverishly, but he held me in place with his hand on my neck, keeping me close to him.

Heat. My heat. Of course. How have I not realized sooner? All the signs were there. Sweating, coldness, then hotness. Nausea and dizziness. Incoherent thoughts and inability to focus. Horniness towards one specific Alpha.

"Heat?" I whispered, my thoughts speeding through, but my ability to fully understand the situation I'm in completely gone.

Alpha looked down at me, his eyes dark and unreadable.

"Yes, you're in heat," he explained patiently. "Have you never had one?"

I swallowed hard, my legs all wobbly, and shook my head.

He leaned closer and breathed in my scent, seeming hypnotized by it. Then he withdrew a little and looked me up and down.

"Come, I'll help you get in the car," he said softly.

My eyes widened with fear even more. I started shaking my head, trying to remember what Mom taught me and Lexi to do in this kind of situation – when we got in heat but weren't prepared for it. I had to go home, get to her, or Dad for that matter, and they would help me out, give me pills or some other type of medicine to make it go away for a while, to ease the increasing pain…

"I… I need to go home…" I whispered, breathing heavily. "I need to find Mom, she'll help me…"

Now it was Alpha's turn to shake his head. He pulled me even closer and forced me to keep my eyes on him.

"No. I'll help you." He was using his Alpha voice that made my insides heat up even more and turned my thoughts into mush. "Why do you walk around the streets all heated up? Do you have any idea what some other Alpha would've done to you if they found you alone, aroused, and completely unattended?" he asked, his voice furious and tender at the same time.

I tried to swallow a lump in my throat, but my throat was too dry. Since Alpha's face started to fade a little, I closed my eyes. I thought about Kyle and what he would've done to me in this state if I hadn't run away from him, and that thought made me shiver.

Alpha looked me up and down.

"Are you hurt?" he asked gently, now touching my shoulders and arms, his cool touch leaving burning trails on my skin.

I shook my head.

"No, but I… I really need to get home…"

He started walking me to his car, and despite my words, there was no resistance in my steps, I just felt very weak.

"You can't go home." Alpha's voice implied finality. "I'll see you through your heat." He softly put his lips on my forehead, making me go practically limp in his arms, but he held me tightly. I heard him sigh. "One more hour, and I would've found you passed out on the pavement, or worse."

He helped me sit down in the passenger seat of his black Mercedes, and I leaned back in it. He started driving really fast as if he had to get to his destination as soon as possible, and I dozed in and out of consciousness.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked weakly.

"To my home. Don't worry, I'll take care of you. I'm a little late, but you're gonna be alright." I watched him from the corner of my eyes and saw him pull out his phone from his pocket. He dialed someone. "Get the extra room ready, Martha, I'm bringing an Omega back home with me. She's in heat," I heard him say. I didn't really understand what his words meant. But I did feel a lot safer driving in his car than I felt in the street.

I also tried to find my phone in my bag.

"I need to call Dad and tell him… So he doesn't worry…" I said absent-mindedly.

Alpha put his hand on my thigh, and I stopped fidgeting.

"Don't call him. I'll take care of everything. You need to calm down, or else it'll get worse. Everything will be okay, sweet Omega, I'll make you feel better."

His Alpha voice left no space for resisting, but it was also loving and comforting, so I stopped looking for my phone and leaned back again. Yes, I thought, he's right. I was stressed out since the morning, and my heat just got worse.

He's going to take care of me. He'll make me better. I'm safe here with him. He won't let anything bad happen to me. He will make sure I am healthy and satisfied.

I became sleepy.

"Thank you, Alpha," I whispered and dozed off.

I was practically unconscious and completely ignorant of what was happening around me as Alpha stopped the car, opened the door to my side, and walked me to his giant luxurious house. There was a middle-aged woman Beta there, too, but I barely registered her presence, as Alpha was taking me through his house up the stairs, speaking comforting words and praises:

"It's alright, sweet thing."

"We're already here, Omega."

"You're doing so well for me."

Rationally, I know something must have happened between the time Alpha practically walked-carried me up the stairs to one of the rooms and the moment I found myself pressed into the mattress in that room that was evidently specifically designed for Omegas in heat, the Alpha's smell so strong and captivating I could feel the slick trickle down my inner thigh. There were vague memories of Alpha throwing my bag somewhere on the ground and him practically ripping my clothes off my body.

And then… Now. This. Alpha on top of me, both of us naked. Him, spreading my legs wide open and holding both of my hands above my head. His mouth on the pulsating glands on both sides of my neck. His hands trailed over my body, over my most private places, including my soaked pussy. I managed to hold back a whimper because his touch eased the heat on the surface of my skin but the deep burning from the inside was still there, threatening to consume me all. His roaming body flushed close to mine, skin to skin, distracted me from the greater need for a while.

His mouth lowered to suck on my nipple and his other hand pinched the other one. His hand on my waist was holding me so tightly it bruised. Then he lowered his head again to my hips and his teeth left a mark there that made me gasp. And finally, his fingers were on my pussy, opening my labia for better access.

"Please, Alpha," I whimpered, unable to hold back my cries of need anymore.

He caressed my inner thigh.

"Shh," he whispered. "Let me enjoy this a little bit. Let me take in your scent."

I let out a shaky breath, his words made me even more wet.

He licked my clit and in between my flaps and… it felt surreal. It was like he was trying to eat me whole. To consume me completely, licking the slick off my thighs and then teasing my pussy again, sucking me as if he's trying to take me inside himself. I closed my eyes. Whatever Alpha wants. Whatever he needs.

But a few more minutes of this and I couldn't take it anymore, as fear was spreading through my body, making me believe he'll never make the ache go away. I whimpered again.

"Shh. You're doing so good, Omega."

I opened my eyes and looked down at his body which seemed even larger now that he was naked than when he was dressed in his immaculate all-black outfits. Alpha raised his head from between my thighs and kissed me on the lips while lining the head of his huge cock at my opening. His dick was so big that size made me gasp and made me worry it won't fit. Alpha felt my distress.

"It's alright, Omega. I'll never do anything to hurt you."

And these words made me relax immediately.

"Yes, Alpha. Thank you, Alpha," I whispered.

"Ask me," Alpha demanded, his voice husky. "Ask me to fuck you, Omega."

In some other scenario, these words would sound jarring, but I felt the need to answer immediately.

"Please, Alpha, please, fuck me."

And then Alpha got inside of me and I could swear I've never felt so full, so true and so right ever in my life. I could get over the edge just from is, from Alpha pumping in and out of me, from hearing his labored breathing, from feeling him suck on, bite and lick my neck glands, from feeling his hands trail all over my body, softly caressing my thighs, my ass, my arms and my shoulders. His cock was hitting all the right spots inside of me, making my inner walls clench around him and moans escape my lips.

"You're doing so well for me," he whispered in my ear, softly stroking my hair. "You're such a good girl for me."

I hung on his shoulder and began to move with him, trying to speed up the rhythm, trying to make this enough, to make this more

Alpha chuckled darkly, but his voice sounded strained.

"Slow down a little, sweetie, or else I'm gonna come."

I breathed heavily.

"You can… it's okay…"

"No, it's not. I need to go as deep as I can to ease your pain."

I didn't care. The idea of him coming inside of me felt like the most natural thing ever, the solution to all my problems.

"Alpha…" I moaned.

"I'm here," he answered immediately.

He really was here. He contained me and filled me up and soothed me and comforted me and made me feel alive in ways I could not have dreamed of. And when my body finally snapped, eventually falling off the deep end, he was there to catch me, to hold me tight, and then Alpha lost it too, completely. He grunted and smashed his hips into my, driving out his orgasm.

And then I felt something, some part of him, of his shaft, swell inside my womb and I gasped. Alpha moaned and I could even see my belly inflate with his knot and as I felt his warm seed fill my insides, I also felt a stinging pain.

"Alpha," I whispered, and he looked at me terribly frightened as if he's done something wrong.

"What's wrong, sweets?" he asked.

"It hurts," I cried.

He looked down and started caressing my belly with his giant hand softly.

"Better?" he asked.

I nodded. His touch alone seemed to be the cure to all of my pain.

As I went down from my heat, with Alpha's knot still binding us together, I asked, not feeling down from my heat gaze.

"Is it… over now?"

Alpha chuckled and nuzzled my throat.

"Not even close, sweet Omega."

CHAPTER SIX. omega in heat.

Alpha did not let me go even when his knot subsided and he pulled his cock from me, leaving my womb feeling empty, but that didn't bother me all that much because he wrapped his hands around my waist and the positioned both our bodies until he found the most comfortable position to lay. He took out a blanket from under the bed, as well as some water, and took a bowl of fruit that somebody put by the door while I was busy being in that flowy careless state of mind. I leaned my head on Alpha's chest and started dosing off, now satisfied at least for a while. But I didn't get to actually lose myself to dreams because I felt Alpha's fingers grab my chin, forcing me to look up.

"Hey, sweetie, don't fall asleep," he said softly, but his demanding Alpha tone made me open my eyes immediately.

I swallowed.

"Is something bad going to happen if I sleep?" I asked, frightened a little.

Alpha barely smiled and shook his head slightly.

"No, it's not that." He poured some water into a glass and helped me sit down. "You need to drink a lot of water since you lost lots of liquids during your midday endeavors."

He held my head down and I opened my lips to drink the water from that glass he was giving me. Then he took the fruit bowl and started feeding me grapes, pieces of peach, apple, pear, and honeydew. I didn't feel the need to do it myself and Alpha didn't even ask if he can feed me and give me water, but it felt more natural than anything else. He kept on feeding me fruit and giving me water in between and when I pushed the glass away with my hand, feeling full, a small smile appeared on his lips. He took a little sip of water himself, but nothing else.

"Now you sleep," he demanded and then helped me lay back down and I fell asleep for who knows how long.

I woke up from the feeling of Alpha's hands touching me everywhere, pushing my hair from my face with a swish and caressing my neck glands. I opened my eyes and saw him entwine his fingers with mine, taking my wrist to his lips and kissing the pulse point. I shivered. He looked at me.

"I'm sorry for waking you," he apologized. "You should get as much sleep as possible before the next wave," he whispered absent-mindedly, "but I…" he sniffed my skin as if wishing he could take me all into himself like he didn't want to let go of me even for a moment, "… just can't seem to be able to control my hands around you, can't get enough of that mesmerizing scent of yours…"

He sniffed me again and then licked the inside of my wrist. His words and his actions did wonders to my body and my mind. Now that I was awake and watching him intently, he didn't seem to need me to be asleep as he lowered himself down between my legs as he spread them apart.

"You're still full of my seed," he whispered as his fingers teased my pussy. Then he began pushing his fingers inside me as if trying to keep his come in me. "You're so beautiful," he murmured almost to himself.

I didn't know if he meant what he said but I wanted him to. If his actions seemed inappropriate or bizarre now that my heat subsided a little, I said nothing of it because all I desired was to lie bonelessly spread out to him, open for whatever he intended to give me.

But as soon as I started thinking more of it, of him touching me, of the words he said, my body temperature started rising wildly and I began panting like I just ran a marathon.

Then he leaned forward and said to my ear:

"I'm gonna fuck you now. Okay?"

"Yes, Alpha. Whatever you want, Alpha," I complied, feeling my heartbeat increase with every second as heat overtook my body and thoughts once again.

He pressed a kiss to my cheek as a 'thank you' gesture.

He used his knee and hand to open my thighs wider and then… he just sank right into me. His cock is already as hard as it was earlier – when was earlier exactly? – and I moan with pleasure as he completely fills me up. I couldn't help but immediately clench around him, trying to keep him inside as he could run away as if he ever intended to leave me be.

No, a thought sped through my foggy brain. No Alpha could ever refuse an Omega in heat. No Alpha would ever abandon her like that.

But he's not just any other Alpha, the horny part of my consciousness added. He takes care of me. He puts my pleasure and my needs first. He tried so hard not to scare me when he found me on that street. Would any other Alpha do the same?

And then I remembered Kyle…

"Eyes on me," Alpha demanded as he leaned on his palms and thrust into me with more force, grunting and making me even more wet with slick than I think I was before. "You only think about me when I fuck you," he said, and I nodded enthusiastically.

Alpha bent to me, and I thought he'd keep on sucking on my neck glands, but he pushed my head with his hand into his chest and started softly licking my mating gland at the back of my neck instead which was still very tender after the bite. Pleasure mixed with pain coursed through my body.

"You won't believe how much I've been thinking of doing this..." he murmured, and his thrusts became slower and more shallow.

A shiver of immense pleasure licked my spine, and I parted my lips.

"Oh…" I moaned. "Oh…"

He licked me once, his other hand grabbing my breasts with such fierce grip it'll definitely bruise. And then licked me once more, keeping the steady slow rhythm inside me, and my muscles clenched around his shaft, and I burst into million pieces just to come back alive again. He stilled and grunted, I felt his knot swelling in my womb and his seed filling me up again.

"My good girl," he whispered in my ear, his voice husky. "My very good girl. I'm so proud of you."

His words warmed my heart and his warm hand traveling down my back caressed my body. With his knot still connecting us, Alpha turned us around in a more comfortable position so that I was laying on top of him as he tangled his fingers in my hair and caressed my head.

I fell asleep almost immediately still filling him growing big in me.

I woke up and Alpha was not there. I looked around the room in panic.

"Alpha?"

"I'm here," he said, immediately running through the door at the right of the room. It was a bathroom. "How are you?"

I frowned and sat in bed. My body should hurt from all the activities I've been doing for the past – how many hours? Days? But it was fine, quite the opposite – I've never felt more rested in my life.

"Very good," I murmured smiling. "Where were you?"

Alpha seemed to be unable not to smile at me.

"I took a shower while you were sleeping. Now it's your turn."

I nodded and he picked me up from the bed bridal style and carried me to the bathroom.

He had already filled a bathtub full of hot water and he slowly sank me into it, the comforting heat hugging my body like a heavy blanket that also relieved the hotness from my insides.

I let out a sigh of contentment and Alpha began washing my body with a sponge very softly, brushing his fingers through the bruises and bite marks he left on his way as if admiring his work. I mostly kept my eyes closed but opened them from time to time to look at Alpha's beautiful face. His expression was very serious and focused like he was doing the most important task in his life. Then he positioned my body to let my hair fall in the water and he could've easily drowned me because I showed no restraint whatsoever, I probably would've even let him drown me if he wanted to. If he told me in that dominating Alpha tone to not fight back, I would listen because I'd have no other choice and because I'd just trust unconditionally for him to have my best intentions in mind.

He slowly and carefully washed my hair and I reveled in the feeling of his fingers caring for me in such a loving way. Once he finished, he helped me stand up and quickly wrapped a towel around my body, then took another towel to dry out my hair. Then he took me in his arms again the same way as before and couldn't think of anything better right now than this. He sat me on the bed with immaculate care and took out his t-shirt and underwear. Both were way too baggy on me but I knew it still won't stay on too long so it didn't matter.

"Sorry, I think I ripped your underwear apart," he said while kneeling in front of me and helping me dress up.

I chuckled.

"It's alright." I breathed in the scent of his t-shirt. "Your clothes smell like you. I don't even want mine back now."

Alpha smiled but didn't laugh. He took a plate that was sitting on the bedside table. There was a sandwich.

"I made you this. Thought you need something more substantial."

"Thank you," I said as I took the sandwich from the plate and bit into it. My eyes fluttered shut. "Mmmm… this is the best sandwich ever!"

Alpha snarled.

"Thank you for admiring my cooking skills."

He was still kneeling in front of me, watching me intently as I yawned. And then look at his handsome face and couldn't look away.

"Come on, sweet thing, you must eat before the next wave. I don't think we have much time," he said, softly caressing my thigh to make me listen."

I nodded and took one more bite. I looked at him and now that the fog slightly lifted from my brain I started thinking.

"Did you tell my Dad I'm with you? I hope he's not worried…"

Alpha's hand stopped the circular movements on my inner thigh. Something dark crossed his features. It scared me.

"I did," he said, trying to do so softly, but I could hear the dark even in his voice now. He leaned in and caressed my cheek. "Don't worry about it. Eat."

He used his Alpha tone again and I took another bite.

"The most important thing is for you not to stress about anything at all right now, understood?" he asked, his voice serious but his expression somewhat lighter now.

I nodded.

"Yes, Alpha," I answered.

He filled another glass with water and helped me drink this from his hand.

I still couldn't tear my gaze off of his handsomely sculpted face and body that was on top of me just hours before.

"You're forgetting to eat," Alpha scolded me, though not unkindly. "Focus, Omega."

I blushed.

"I'm sorry… I just… Keep getting distracted…" I mumbled.

If not for him, I would've probably already died from dehydration. And hunger. I wanted to keep on thanking him for all he did for me…

"Am I distracting you?" Alpha asked seriously. "If so, I can go to another room while you finish your sandwich."

My eyes widened with terror. I instinctively grabbed his arm.

"No! No, please don't go..."

He smiled and softly patted my fingers that were now clutching his forearm.

"I won't, I swear. I could never leave you all alone. But you must finish this before..."

I gasped as I felt that now-familiar heat course through my body. My heart started beating faster and my breathing grew heavier.

Alpha sniffed the air, sensing my arousal, and his eyes widened.

"Before this..." he gritted through his teeth before yelping for me on the bed and punishing my lips with a passionate kiss.

I laughed as his body press me into the mattress again.

The sandwich lay forgotten somewhere on the ground, and the clothes he just dressed me with, as I've guessed, joined it on the floor mere seconds later.

CHAPTER SEVEN

There were a couple more instances like that in the upcoming two days and one night, as far as I could tell. In between my heat waves, Alpha would feed me fruit once I even managed to finish a whole sandwich before the horniness of the moment took over. Alpha took care of me so well, making sure I was never hungry, not thirsty, and keeping me satisfied in all ways. He fucked me in all the most suitable positions for Omega in heat and made me feel loved, sated, and cared for. I could never dream of a better first heat experience.

I woke up from probably the fifth or sixth nap-sleep in those three days, feeling hot and sweaty, panting hard. I looked at Alpha, lying in bed next to me with his eyes closed, but he smelled my scent, heard my panting, and opened his eyes. He immediately took in my hot and bothered body and wrapped his hands around me tightly, whispering that it would be alright, and he was going to take care of me. These words, it turns out, were my favorite. Maybe because of what they meant, even if he didn't mean it. Or perhaps it was because he said it.

After all, he knew exactly where to touch me for me to see the stars and for my vision to turn blurry. He knew exactly what to say to make my brain and sense into a mush. He was so good at being Alpha.

Alpha immediately laid me flat on my back and positioned himself on top of me. He didn't waste any time and slammed his cock inside my pussy, making me scream with immense pleasure. He manhandled me so well, grabbing my thighs in his bruising grip and slamming me harder. If at first he had some self-control, as my heat went on, all of it was lost. I looked at his handsome face trying to keep my eyes away and not turn away from the all-consuming pleasure he was providing me, as he had taught me, and noticed his dilated pupils. He was looking at me, commanding me to submit with his gaze, and I did just that. He fucked me thoroughly, and all I could do was beg him to let me come.

"You want to come?" he asked, panting, his voice husky and strained. "Is that what you want?"

I nodded furiously.

"Yes, Alpha, please…"

Alpha kept on penetrating me with his cock, keeping up that torturous pace that made both of us breathe heavily.

"Then come for me, baby."

And I did just that. I screamed, I turned my head, and I arched my back. This all-consuming orgasm made all thoughts disappear from my head. I was gone, done for. Then Alpha came and filled me with my seed.

"Good girl," he praised, kissing me on the lips.

Then he laid down by my side with his knot inside me and sniffed my neck. I felt so exhausted all I could do was turn my head slightly and kiss his head.

"I think it's about to be over," Alpha said, his voice serious. "Your heat, I mean."

I mumbled something incoherent and fell asleep immediately from exhaustion.

I woke up, and my head felt a lot lighter – lighter than during my heat and lighter than before my heat. I looked around, but Jacobs was not in bed. I sat down and noticed I was still completely naked. I rolled out of bed and searched for my clothes on the bed. I found them, but they were completely torn. Then I noticed some feminine clothes staked on the chair. I unfolded them and sighed with relief because they seemed my size, so they must be here for me.

As I was putting on these clothes – baby pink long-sleeved crop-top, black tennis skirt, and star-patterned tights; they actually fit me perfectly – I was thinking of what had happened in the last few days, during my heat. I thought about how caring and thorough Jacobs was. How he took me to his home and helped me throughout my heat. Why did he do it? Because he actually wanted to help? Or maybe he helps every single Omega he scents and finds in a fifty-mile radius? He has this room, that's a fact. A space that's designed specifically for Omegas in heat. This room was perfect to handle all the wetness with leather furniture, a marble floor, and a water-proof mattress.

Of course, I wasn't so stupid to believe I was the first Omega to ever spend their heat period in this room with him. Evidently, there were a lot of Omegas here before me. I wasn't special. Even though I could not stop thinking about how he touched me and the things he said, I realized now that when I wasn't a horny mess anymore, he probably said it to every Omega he fucked. And he touched them all the same. And he fed them all the same fruit. And he made sure they drank water.

That thought made my insides turn with nausea, but it was a harsh truth I had to come to terms with. He didn't bring me here to mate me, wed me, and love me. He brought me here to help me out and, obviously, satisfy his Alpha needs as well because no Alpha could ever refuse an Omega in heat, as I've been told billions of times.

A single traitor teardrop ran down my cheek, but I wiped it off. I was looking for my bag everywhere. I searched the ground and then looked under the bed, and there was my bag. I took it out and looked through the things inside. My keys, wallet, uni books, and notebooks were there, but the most important thing was not there. I had to call my Dad, to ask him to take me home and tell him that I'm really okay – he probably wasn't very happy to hear it from Jacobs. But I had to explain everything. I had to convince him Jacobs actually helped me so much. If not for him, I would've probably been…

The sound of the door opening abruptly stopped my thought train. I looked up. There he was. Not a hair out of place. Perfect black outfit as always. Dominating and confident posture.

Jacobs went into the room and looked me up and down.

"You're up. That's good." Something was different in his expression, stance, and voice, like the person who made love to me mere hours ago was not there anymore. Still, he made my body react to him in a way I didn't understand. There was a need to please him, to satisfy him inside me that was not there before. "How are you feeling?" he asked, but it seemed to me he did not really care.

I swallowed, feeling a blush gather on my cheeks. Suddenly I felt very exposed and self-conscious.

"Very good, thank you. I… also… I wanted to… thank you for helping me out…" I watched him carelessly sit on one of the leather armchairs and put one muscular leg over the other. This action made me forget what I was trying to say. I swallowed again. "I wanted to express my gratitude…"

His eyebrow lifted.

"Express your gratitude?" he asked.

Shit, that was a stupid thing to say… Why am I so stupid?

Only for him…

"I mean, I wanted to thank you for helping me during my heat and bringing me here, Mr. Jacobs… If not for you, I would've probably ended up someplace very dangerous…

Jacobs nodded.

"You would've. Good thing I was close enough."

I breathed in a shaky breath.

"Yes, sir…" Something dark shined in his eyes when I said it.

He looked me up and down again now that I was standing, and he was sitting in that comfortable yet still dominant position.

"How do you like your clothes?"

Surprisingly, they're exactly my size and style, nobody ever gets it, but I wouldn't have chosen anything better myself…

Yet all I said was:

"They fit well. Thank you for that, too, Mr. Jacobs. I hope I can repay you somehow… But first, I need to find my phone and call my Dad to take me home…."

Unless you want to drive me home yourself, Alpha…

But he ignored my polite request and instead asked:

"How old are you, Omega?"

I was so stunned by this question I just stood there with my mouth open for a couple of seconds.

"I… twenty years old, sir."

He nodded again. Maybe I was hallucinating, but perhaps his eyes actually narrowed. Then he smirked, and there was something dark in that smirk that made me shiver.

"That's perfectly ripe age, is it not?" he asked as if trying to provoke me.

I had no idea what to say to that.

"Uhm… Sir, I really need to call my Dad… Perhaps you've seen my phone?" I asked, starting to feel nervous. His unblinking staring made me extremely uncomfortable.

He looked at me with that cold expression for a second, then shifted in his seat, pulled out a phone from his inside pocket, and handed it to me.

"But… That's not my phone."

"It is now." His voice tone left no space for debates.

I frowned.

"Where's my old phone? The one I came here with?"

Jacobs' expression did not change.

"You don't need it anymore."

"I need to call Dad," I whispered.

I had no idea what kind of Alpha bullshit was going on here, but I wanted no part in it.

A muscle twitched in his jaw.

"Do you not understand what happened here, Omega?" His voice was calm and dead-cold.

I swallowed.

"What do you mean?" I asked quietly.

Jacobs stood up.

"We mated. I bit you."

My whole body went cold. I could not move my legs if I wanted.

"No… That couldn't have happened…" I shook my head.

He took a step closer.

"It did happen." He was using his Alpha tone, but instead of making me compliant, it made me frightened. "Don't you remember how I bit you?"

I did remember. But…

"I did not… I did not agree to it… You did not get my consent…" I managed to choke out.

He took another step closer and smiled. His smile was cold and ruthless.

"You consented, sweet thing. You begged me to bite you, begged me to mate you."

I shook my head. Tears sprung to my eyes.

"No, I… I had no idea what I was doing… I was in heat… I did not mean what I said…"

He tsked and reached out his hand to caress my cheek.

"It doesn't matter you said it during the heat. It's still consent."

He was right. No trial would ever admit he did something wrong. He got my consent. It wasn't illegal to mate an Omega during heat.

I closed my eyes at the feeling of his touch.

"Please… I need to go home…" I whispered. I was begging him in a similar manner when we were having sex, but now I actually begged.

He sighed and grabbed the back of my neck.

"You're my mate, and you're not going anywhere. This is your home now, Omega. Now let me see your gland."

He pulled my head to his chest and softly pulled the fabric of my pink top to expose my gland. His fingers felt cold, and I flinched.

"Shh, it's okay." For the first time today, his voice felt comforting. He really knew how to control me. "It's healing well – that's good."

Then he moved away and looked me up and down again.

"Come, I'll show you to your room."

He turned around to leave, but I stood there, dumbfounded.

"I'm not going anywhere with you, take me home," I said.

He turned around.

"Stop being a brat and follow me."

He was using all his Alpha power in saying those words to me, and as his mate, I had no other option but to submit. I swallowed hard, and my feet followed him on their own accord. When we were walking down the corridor, I looked for the outside door and thought of running away, but "Don't even think of escaping, Omega."

He led me to another room. And I was shocked to see it looked exactly like my room at home. I went in and looked around. All the pink and gold tones were dashing. The bed was taking up most of the space. There was also a pinkish desk and many other miscellaneous things.

"I thought if it looked like your previous room, it would be easier to get used to living here," Jacobs said, and his voice did not sound cold or uncaring.

"How do you know what my room looks like?" I asked, quietly and furiously.

He carelessly shrugged.

"Had a look around once or twice."

I wrapped my hands around my chest, feeling exposed and betrayed. Now I realized what this was. He planned this all along. He didn't just find me on the street. I didn't just happen to get my heat after meeting him twice. He knew he had this effect on me.

Tears started running down my cheeks. Jacobs watched me, but his face was emotionless.

"Why did you do this?" I asked, unable to hold down a sob.

His nostrils flared, and he stepped close to me. I had to look up to see his face.

"Because I wanted you. And I always get what I want."

I breathed in shakily, goosebumps appearing on my skin from his scrutinizing gaze. Then he moved away. I turned my eyes, unable to look at him.

"I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't leave your room for the next hour or so. I have an important business meeting and would like for nobody to find out you're my mate, at least not yet. When it's over, I'll come to you. Can you do that?"

His voice sounded all business-like. As if I was just another one of his colleagues. I did not answer him, I just sat down on the edge of the bed and wrapped my shaking hands around myself tighter.

Apparently, that was answer enough for Jacobs because he headed for the door. Then gave me one final glance.

"I won't lock the door, and you won't try to escape. If you do, I'll catch you. And then I'll punish you in ways you can't imagine, Omega. So be good."

I still avoided his eyes, waiting for him to leave, and, after lingering for another second or so at the doorstep of my room, he finally left.

I lay on the bed and sobbed until there were no tears left in my soul.