"Reggie better have some bangin' bitches at this party, because I am not fuckin' no ugos," Luke says, spraying himself down with toxic amounts of scent enhancer as we walk.

"What happened to your girlfriend?" I ask.

"She got too clingy, so I kicked her to the curb awhile back. Kept talking about mates and "getting serious". As if I would tie myself down with that nagging bitch."

"I will forever be surprised by how you still get girls with that type of attitude," I say, shaking my head.

Right now, we're walking to an after-practice house party; where Luke swears up and down that I'll be able to find a replacement mate. Honestly at this point I'll at least try it, since my own efforts have ended up shitty. Turns out, there are a lot of girls who want to fuck me but don't want Luna responsibilities. Or can't properly carry them out. Luke says that there will be some girls from other packs there, so why not search and have some fun.

"It's called sexual magnetism, something I was born with. Chicks love rude bad asses like me. Even if they think it's wrong, they always come crawling back for more."

"Or because you're a wealthy alpha, with no morals," I say with a chuckle.

"Yeah yeah, that too," he says waving the comment off. I try to focus on Luke and his ego rant, but I can feel Onyx pacing in the back of my mind.

Could you stop it with the pacing?

Why? Eli doesn't even like us.

Well then, he can come to us.

Onyx growls in frustration and keeps pacing. I know he really wants to be near Eli and comfort him, but we both made it clear that we didn't want to be mates; despite what happened at the party. So, I'm not going to let his problems affect my enjoyment of this party. I snap back to reality when the name Kristy reaches my ears.

"Wait, what were you saying about Kristy?"

"Tch, you would know if you weren't staring off into space," Luke huffs out, "I was saying that Kristy's gonna be there too, so maybe this can be your chance."

"Not going to happen."

"Come on dude, she's hot as hell and crazy for you. Plus, her dad and your dad are friends or whatever, so it only makes sense."

"Did you forget that she destroyed our relationship with her bitchy attitude and selfish, controlling actions?" I say with a growl.

"Maybe she's changed. It has been a year."

"She also had a victory orgy with the entire basketball team after finals."

"To be fair she said that her two lackies roped her into it."

"Dude come on, you know those two follow what she says, not the other way around."

"At least I didn't fuck her," he says with a laugh.

"Suuuure."

"Sheesh, no hesitation huh? Do you have any faith in me?" I raise an eyebrow towards him and he coughs, turning the other way. "Anyways, I just wanted to let you know just in case," Luke says straightening back up to his overly confident posture.

I'm about to thank him for the "helpful" warning when I get the familiar static buzz of a mind link forming in my head.

Grayson, meet me at the pack house pantry. We're going to question those rogues on what they know.

Now?

Yes, now. Do not be late.

When the connection drops, I stop walking and let out a deep sigh. Luke stops a few feet in front of me and gives a questioning look. "I gotta go do something really quick but I'll be back soon, ish. Soon-ish," I say. Interrogations can take a while, so I'm not really confident in my statement. At least this saves me from having to see Kristy.

"What! Now? Can't it wait till later? Or tomorrow?"

"Unless you want to try and convince my father to let me off the hook, no."

"Fuuuck, what a buzz kill. I swear he has a fun detector in his head that tells him who's about to have fun and how to ruin it," Luke groans, crossing his arms. "Try to not be this annoying when your Head Alpha."

"No promises." I wave goodbye to Luke and cross the street, going left and back to my car. Just in case a party goes south we usually park far away from the location, so our escape vehicles aren't blocked in. Breathing in the chilling autumn air, I trudge through the once colorful fall leaves. Honestly, I'm more of a winter guy since I can handle the cold, and also go snowboarding during trips.

But thinking about winter now only reminds me of our time limit before something happens. I just wish I knew what, so we could do something about it. Worst case scenario, it's a trick and we get attacked early before having a decent plan of action. Or, on that day, we end up in a full out war for a while with this rogue pack until reinforcements come. I snap out of my thoughts when I notice that I'm standing in front of someone's house.

Wait a second. This is Eli's house.

Onyx why did you-

And then I smell it. The faintest whiff of the most delicious scent I've ever smelled. Strawberries. Sweet, ripe strawberries ready to be devoured. I know who that scent is coming from and I know that I said I wouldn't go near him. But I can't seem to stop myself from walking to the front door and knocking. I wait, trying to get more whiffs of that delicious scent, growing more restless as each second passes. Despite all of the reasons why this is a bad idea I stay rooted to the ground.

The sun is slowly starting to set behind me as Iknock again. Louder. A minute later I hear footsteps but the strawberry scentisn't getting stronger. Is someone else there with him? No, calm down, it'sprobably Mrs. Matthews coming to answer the door. I try to relax a little so myintentions aren't too clear. But what are my intentions? I'm pretty sure Eli doesn't want to sleep with me, and even if he did, he'd probably kill me afterwards. I wonder if it's too late to leave-

The door opens. Instead of seeing Mrs. Matthews' cheery self, I come face to face with Atlantis. Eli's DELTA friend.

Hot.

Sooo fucking hooooot.

Temperature wise; I know that I usually look amazing.

Why am I so hot? Oh right, because I had the biological misfortune of being born an omega. An omega who now has to suffer through the "beautiful" process of having a heat. That means hours upon days in my nest, sweating, dripping slick out my ass, always being hard, and craving dick every five minutes.

Doesn't that sound lovely?

Fuck you if you said yes.

Oh, but it gets even better now. Because now, instead of craving any person's dick within a ten-mile radius, my stupid brain can only think about fucking one person in particular. A person who I choose to not even think the name of, or risk nutting in my already soaked briefs. The worst part of all is that, unlike previous heats, I probably wouldn't mind fucking him. Just to make this heat go by faster, because FUCK I feel like I'm burning from the inside out. Man, I really have gone off the deep end. At least I can't hear Spark constantly reminding me of him, since he's just reduced to a series of whines and howls during my heats. So, there's one up side.

Now usually, I would take heat suppressants until holidays or summer breaks, but my parents kept telling me that the first heat after meeting my soulmate needs to happen naturally. Which means I have to miss school, miss practice, and suffer while he gets to roam around free and unbothered. Fuck my life.

"Okay, I got you another ice pack and water bottle, but you NEED to eat something. It's been two days and I know your starving," Beth says, handing me the much-needed supplies. I shake my head and hug the body pillow in my grasp tighter, not really hungry for food. She huffs out a breath and leaves to go get the food anyways.

Okay so, another thing that I'm grateful for is the fact that my friends help me out during my heats. And no, the help isn't a week-long orgy. It just consists of cuddles and fetching supplies. Mom helped me get through my first one, but I felt horribly embarrassed the whole time. The next one was worse since I opted to handle it by myself, and nearly starved to death. So, me and my friends vowed to help each other out through our heats and ruts. However, Atlantis has to wear a mask that has scent blocker sprayed on it and jeans with a belt securing them; just in case. Though sometimes I need for them to leave when I have to handle the sexual urges that build up. Which might be soon.

"I guess it's getting worse now that you know who your soulmate is, huh," Atlantis say from her spot on my abandoned bed. I hastily nod my head. She's not wrong. It feels like a strong itch is growing inside of me and it can only be scratched if I get my brains fucked out by him. The thought alone makes me want to moan and dry heave at the same time.

"Do you want to cuddle sweetheart?" Milo says, wiping the sweat off of my forehead with a cool washcloth. I shake my head. I only want him to touch me right now, as much as it pains me to admit that.

"This is stupid, I should have broken the bond a while ago," I grunt out.

"You don't mean that, besides heats could happen even after rejections. So doing that wouldn't help anyways," he says.

"We don't know that for sure," I say.

"Well, I don't want to risk your life or health on a maybe," Milo huffs out.

"I've got food!" Beth says in a sing-song voice as she enters the room again. Her arms are full of more water bottles, chips, and sandwiches made by mom; who's away at her book club today. She hands Milo and Atlantis their share, before sitting in front of me with ours. "Either you eat this or I sing The Phantom of the Opera as loud as possible. And just so you know, I'm a soprano," she says handing me my sandwich. I quickly sit up and start eating as Beth gives a smug nod of approval. I don't need a headache and a hard on.

My friends start gossiping about the latest drama at school as we enjoy our food, and for a little while I can feel the heat ease up a bit. Whether it's because of their calming scents or company I don't know, but it's nice to have break. As we finish up Atlantis gathers our trash, when we hear knocking from the front door. We look at each other confused, Atlantis getting up first.

"Were any of you expecting someone?" she asks. We all shake our heads no, and Atlantis goes to window to check who our mystery guest is. Mom and dad have keys to the house so it couldn't be them, so who else would come here? Atlantis lets out a short laugh, shaking her head in disbelief as she walks back to us. "It's Grayson," she says still shocked.

"What?!" Beth and I both shout.

"Darn Atlantis, you could have at least let us guess first," Milo says, laughing when me and Atlantis glare at him.

"Why would he be here?" Beth asks.

"Your guess is as good as mine," Atlantis says.

I can feel my body instantly heat back up again as a greater need grows inside me. Feeling more slick leak out as I restlessly squirm a bit. He's here. Gray is here. Here for me. MY MATE. Knocking comes from front door again, this time louder. Atlantis lets out a low growl, getting more defensive and irritated.

"I'm going to go see what he wants. Keep Eli here," she says, heading for the door.

"No wait! I can go ask. It my house anyways," I say, trying to not look desperate.

"Eli if I let you do that, you guys would end up fucking on your front porch. You. Stay. Here. Understood?" I give a little nod in defeat and she leaves the room, shutting the door behind her. As we hear her stomping down the steps Beth sneaks over to the door, cracking it open a bit to hear what's going on. Milo and I look at each other before rushing over to listen in too. The front door opens, and a second of silence passes before Gray speaks first.

"What are you doing here?" he asks.

"I should be asking you the same thing," Atlantis says with a snort. We all lean outside of the door entrance to hear his answer better.

"I need to talk to Eli." I can already feel my blushing spreading as we all stare at each other wide eyed. Never thought that I would see the day that Grayson actively wants to talk to me.

"Not gonna happen."

"Why not?"

"You and I both know why."

"All the more reason for me to see him."

"He's not in the right mind set to see anyone, especially you."

"Then why are you here?"

"To protect him."

"Well, I'll take over from here."

"Absolutely not."

At this point the three of us have crept out of the room enough to peer through the stairs railing, down at them. They're both glaring at each other in dominant stances, neither backing down, and it's only getting more tense.

"Are you really going to deny me entry, delta," Gray says with a growl.

"Yes. And if I have to, I'll kick your ass, and drag you back to the sidewalk," Atlantis growls back.

This isn't good. I don't want anyone to get hurt just because I want to see Gray. Going down there to stop this would only make things worse, and I don't think Milo or Beth could make that much of a difference. So what can I do? Despite the standoff happening Gray looks up to where we are, staring right at me. The intensity in his stare nearly makes me whimper but I push it back before anything can escape. I guess he caught another whiff of my scent, but this gives me the chance to quickly form a mind link with him while I have his focus. And my sanity.

Please leave, I don't want anyone to get hurt.

But-

I'll be fine, nobody's going to touch me. So please, go.

He gives me a worried look, but snaps his attention back to Atlantis when she lets out a deep sigh. "Look, I don't want to fight you, but I will if I have too. I know it's just the heat that's making you both act this way, so just wait until it's over and then you can both sort your shit out without any regrets. Okay?" Atlantis says crossing her arms.

Gray glances back at me before letting out a long sigh, "Fine."

"Good," Atlantis says, moving to close the door.

"Wait," he says before taking his shirt. Now I will admit. I did stare at his abs (and maybe drooled a bit), but I refuse to admit that I enjoyed the view. I have to keep some of my pride and dignity. Atlantis gives him a skeptical look but he just hands her shirt. "Give him this. It might help."

"Will do." Satisfied with that answer, he glances at me one more time before leaving, Atlantis locking the door behind him. A part of me is definitely frustrated; I can hear Spark whining in my head with want for his alpha, but I know that I did the right. Despite how shitty my heat is. The three of us scramble back into my room and sit down, trying to not look suspicious. Atlantis enters a few seconds later and pretty much gives us look that says, 'you guys aren't fooling anyone'.

"You're lucky that I love you, because starring down the future Head Alpha was not easy," she says tossing the shirt to me.

"Thank you," I say, burying my face into it. The fresh scent of a pine tree forests and a bit of lemon washing over me. I can't even tell if this is making things better or worse, but it's nice to smell his scent again.

"Okay you guys, let's give Eli some time to... calm down. Let's go make some cookies downstairs!" Milo says, ushering Beth and Atlantis out the door, and giving me a wink before closing the door.

My face heats up with realization and I toss the shirt to the other side of my nest. What am I doing? Acting all needing for any scraps of him that I can have. I've gotten through many heats before his "assistance" and I can do it again. I don't need it. I don't need it. I definitely do not need it.

...Okay maybe I could smell it for a little bit longer. I still have some pride, and I'll quit after a few more seconds. Or minutes. Maybe an hour. Yep, an hour.

I dive back into the shirt, breathing in hisamazing scent, and letting out a needy moan. It's still warm, and honestly,he's always radiating heat. So warm, and strong, and big. I can't helpbut squirm at the thought of being pressed against him, taking in his scent ashe grinds against me. Surrounding me in his warmth, as he edges me closer to mylimit. Flipping me over at ramming me with massive cock over and over again. Quickening his pace with no mercy until finally I'm pushed over the edge!

...Oh my goddess.

Panting heavily, I see that my briefs are now completely ruined with cum, along with one of my blankets. I look down at my soaked hand holding one of my dildos, that's currently buried deep in me. When did I even grab that? Slowly I ease it out, whimpering as it runs over my still sensitive areas, before coming out with a loud POP. Goddess, this is a nightmare, I can't believe that I just jacked-off to the thought of fucking Grayson. There must be something wrong with me.

You know what? Fuck it. I'll blame this on the heat later, because right now, I feel another urge coming.