Piper

The summit was being held in one of the alphas' mansions. It made sense that visiting alphas from other packs would spend the night here, but I'd only arrived a few days ago. I barely knew anything about the pack, except Mrs. Caldrin's house. After all, my mother had never stayed in one place when she was alive. All I knew was that this pack was feared by everyone in the world.

I had simply stumbled into the first unlocked room that seemed empty. And it was a stupid mistake.

The man didn't look away. His gaze swept over me, and I felt every second of his eyes dragging over my wet skin. His eyes lingered on my breasts, then lower, to where the water rippled between my thighs without shame.

My face burned. I pulled my knees to my chest and tried to make myself smaller, hiding what little I could beneath the water. "W-what are you doing here? Get out."

For a moment, he said nothing, then a low chuckle escaped him. The sound alone sent another tremor through me.

"I should get out?" he asked, lifting a brow. "You've got a lot of nerve, little omega. Do you even know who you're talking to?"

My throat went dry.

"And besides," he continued, "this is my room. Shouldn't it be the other way around? I should be telling you to get out."

Oh God. I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole. He was right, this was his room. And I was sitting naked in his bathtub. I should've been the one to leave, but I couldn't move. My arousal only worsened the moment he stepped inside.

He was still staring, his gaze darkening, but he didn't take a single step closer.

How could he look so calm? How could he stand there, breathing in my scent, and still act so composed? Anyone else would've struggled to resist at this point.

I hugged my knees tighter.

Or was he planning something?

As if reading my thoughts, a mocking grin curved his lips.

"If you're wondering why I haven't taken you to my bed yet, you're not the first omega to come to my room trying to seduce me. And you won't be the last."

His words made my chest tighten. I wanted to speak, and tell him he was wrong, but my voice betrayed me.

He ran a hand through his hair, eyes lingering on me. "But I've got to say," he added, his tone dipping lower, "your scent is different from the rest. It is almost impossible to restrain myself from touching you."

My pulse jumped. The room suddenly felt smaller.

Why did that make me happy?

He glanced at his watch, as if I barely existed. "Anyway, I have to leave. You can spend the night here until you get better. But..." His gaze flicked back to me. "I doubt that'll happen anytime soon, unless you find someone to take care of it for you."

He spoke so indifferently, already straightening, ready to leave.

"Wait." The word slipped out before I could stop it.

He paused, tilting his head slightly. "Wait?"

My eyes widened, my hand flying to my mouth. I didn't even know why I said it, until the word left my lips.

I had no idea who this man was. But he hadn't touched me. That alone made him better than the rest, right?

After making my decision, I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please..." My eyes lifted to his. "Help me with this."

He crossed his arms. "Little omega, you do know what you're asking me to do, don't you? One wrong move, with a heat like yours, I could lose control. You might not survive it."

At this point, I didn't care. If I didn't act, I wouldn't survive anyway.

I stepped out of the bathtub, naked, water tracing down my curves. Shame was a luxury I couldn't afford anymore. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my bare chest against him. "It doesn't matter... just make love to me."

He stayed still, studying me, his jaw tight. Finally, he exhaled slowly and ran a hand through his hair. "Fuck, your scent," he groaned. "It's even more addicting than I imagined."

Before I could react, his mouth crashed onto mine. My knees nearly buckled as heat surged through me. His hands pressed into my waist, pulling me close, molding me against him.

His kiss was relentless. His tongue slid into my mouth, exploring, claiming, and driving me dizzy with want. My hands clawed at his back, desperate for more contact.

I didn't notice when he lifted me, one arm under my thighs, holding me as though I weighed nothing. My arms tightened around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. His lips never left mine as he carried me across the room.

The bed slammed against my back, and I gasped as his weight pinned me down. My hand shot up, pressing against his chest as I struggled to catch my breath.

"W-wait, before you go any further, I need to make something clear."

He raised a single eyebrow.

"This... is only a one-time thing. No matter who you are, we won't-"

He leaned in, lips brushing mine. "We'll see about that."

Before I could even react, he slid a finger inside me.

"Ah.." I threw my head back, and the sound that left my mouth didn't even sound like me. Heat rushed to my cheeks, pleasure pulsing through my vein until it felt like I was burning from the inside out. My legs were spread wide, his fingers gripping my thighs, holding me open for him. He thrust his fingers deeper this time, and my eyes fluttered shut, breath hitching.

His thumb drew slow circles over me while his fingers moved rougher, finding a rhythm that made my body betray me. I tightened around him, helpless against the pleasure and the way my body kept responding to his touch.

He tilted his head, a lock of black hair falling across his face as he studied me, as if I were a puzzle he intended to solve, piece by piece. When he finally stopped moving his fingers inside me, I froze, the sudden emptiness leaving me aching.

I lifted my gaze to meet his. "P-please..."

A low growl rumbled from him, so deep it vibrated through my skin. I stiffened.

His hand slid upward, until his fingers closed over my breast. A sharp pinch to my nipple made me gasp.

"You're so damn sensitive, little omega," he murmured against my skin. "Is it because you're in heat, or because you want me?"

I looked away, my cheeks burning. "I-It's... obviously the heat."

He pulled back, stripping off his clothes unhurriedly, his gaze never leaving mine. I barely caught my breath before I felt his cock at my entrance, and then, with one deep thrust, he sank into me.

A choked gasp tore from my throat. My eyes flew open, widening as something inside me snapped open with the sudden intrusion. The stretch, and how big he felt, was overwhelming, and unfamiliar in a way that made my breath stutter. My body clenched around him instinctively, trembling from the sharp pain.

He froze, his eyes narrowing as realization flickered across his face.

"Fuck," he rasped, stunned. "You're a virgin?"

I looked at him, biting my lip. Instinctively, I reached for the blanket, wanting to cover myself, but he caught my wrist, lifting my hand above my head, a wicked smirk curling on his lips.

"An omega that's a virgin. Interesting." Without giving me a chance to react, he pulled out and thrust into me again. I gasped, my body arching as he drove deep inside me. "Don't hide yourself from me. We've only just started."

With each thrust, the pain slowly eased, replaced by a rising wave of pleasure. It felt so much better than I ever imagined. I hadn't known sex could feel like this. I was soaked, his cock sliding in and out of me with wet, obscene sounds, my slick spilling down my thighs.

I moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the room. And as if my moans were spurring him on, he moved even faster.

"It's too much," I gasped, my hand pressed against his chest. He didn't slow down, driving into me relentlessly.

It didn't last long, my body arched as my climax crashed over me.

My muscles clenched around him violently, and I felt him jerk inside me. He gripped my hips tighter, his rhythm growing faster. Every inch of him pressed into me, chasing his own release.

"W-wait-" I whimpered.

"Shit... I've never felt anything like this," he growled, voice rough against my ear. "Your body is driving me insane. The way you feel around me, you're nothing like any woman I've ever had."

His cock slammed into me again and again, pushing me toward a second peak before I'd even caught my breath.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-"

One last savage thrust.

He drove so deep I felt him pulse inside me, filling me completely. He groaned, his head dropping into the crook of my neck as he spilled everything into me.

When he finally pulled out, I moaned at the sudden emptiness, my body jolting. A strange, satisfying warmth spread through me.

The heat was finally fading. If I had taken supplements, it would've taken hours to subside. I guess sex really was the best remedy for an omega in heat.

I looked at him. He was still breathing heavily, a gorgeous mess, disheveled and intoxicating. I swallowed and tried to move away, but froze when I felt something hard and thick pressing against my thigh.

"H-hey, I'm okay-"

"Cute that you think I'm fucking you to protect you." His voice dropped, dark and amused. "No, little omega. I'm fucking you because I want you."

He caught my chin between his fingers, forcing my gaze up to his. His smirk was slow, and predatory.

"I told you," he murmured, "you might not survive me."

Piper

I tried to move, but something heavy pressed against my waist, keeping me pinned. I shifted again, frowning when it wouldn't budge. What the hell?

My eyes fluttered open, only to find myself face-to-face with a man.

I jerked instinctively, but a sharp pain shot through my body, forcing a strangled gasp out of me. "Shit..." I froze, every muscle screaming in protest. It felt like I'd been hit by a damn truck.

My heart pounded as I turned my gaze toward him. His eyes were closed, his breathing steady, he was still asleep. The faint rise and fall of his back was calm. Strands of dark, tousled hair fell over his forehead, framing a face far too perfect for my sanity. The sheet hung low on his hips, revealing a glimpse of his broad, sculpted back. His hand was sprawled over my waist, like it had every right to be there.

My blood ran cold. Panic rose in my throat, but I went still as fragments of last night came crashing back.

Oh, God.

I was dead.

I was fucking dead.

I ran a shaky hand over my face, fingers tangling in my hair. What the hell had I done? I threw away my virginity to a complete stranger, because I was in heat.

A bitter laugh escaped me. I knew I didn't have a choice. It could've been so much worse. If it hadn't been for him, who knows how many Alphas would've- No. Don't think about that.

Still, that didn't make it any easier. How many times had he done it? I could barely feel my legs. He knew I was a virgin, and yet he kept going, over and over, until I finally passed out.

I shook my head, muttering under my breath, "No use overthinking it. What's done is done. I need to get out of here before he wakes up."

My eyes flicked to the hand still draped over my waist. I swallowed hard and carefully tried to lift it off me.

He stirred, and I froze. But when he didn't move again, I exhaled quietly and gently placed his hand back on the bed. Then I slowly slid out from under the sheet, wincing as pain pulsed between my thighs. It was worse than I thought, but I could deal with it. I had to.

I scrambled to my feet as quietly as I could, biting back a groan, and stumbled toward the bathroom. My dress and underwear were scattered on the floor. I snatched them up, slipping them back on as quickly as my shaking hands would allow.

I gave him one last glance, the man was still sleeping soundly. Then I turned, heart pounding, and bolted for the door. I just had to forget this ever happened. This would be the last time I'd ever see him again.

*****

Dominic

The door shut behind her. A moment later, it opened again.

"Alpha Dominic," a voice said, dry and clipped. "How long are you going to pretend to be asleep?"

I didn't respond for a moment. Finally, I rolled onto my side and sat up, the blanket slipping down to my waist. I ran a hand through my messy hair, my muscles stiff, a faint ache along my back reminding me just how feisty the omega had been, scratching, writhing, and testing me. Not that I minded.

Theodore leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed. He gave me that familiar look, the one that said he was about to say something smart, but he knew better than to disrespect me.

I reached for the bottle of water on the counter, twisted the cap, and took a long drink. The cold slid down my throat, easing the dry ache there. "Are you here to lecture me again, Theodore?" I asked flatly.

"Nag you, Alpha? How dare someone like me nag you."

"You're doing it right now."

He sighed. "You're at least going to explain, right?"

I arched an eyebrow, amused despite myself. I already knew what he was referring to, but it was always entertaining to watch Theodore try to dance around his frustration.

"What exactly am I supposed to explain again?"

"When you first followed that scent last night..." he began carefully.

"It's normal," I cut in before he could finish. "Any Alpha would've followed her scent. Especially one like hers."

"There's something more to it," he said. "Something you're not telling me. You ignore every omega in heat who throws herself at you. But last night? You walked out of an important meeting with an Alpha because of one. That's not like you."

I stayed silent. Theodore had always been too perceptive for his own good.

When I didn't answer, he sighed, the sound heavy with resignation, and reached into his jacket. "Since you're not talking, I did a little digging. Last night, I heard some rumors about the omega in heat, so I looked into it, and it turns out, they were true."

He handed me a folded sheet of paper. I took it, unfolded it, and froze.

A photo stared back at me. Soft eyes. Blonde hair. Familiar features. A name printed neatly beneath it.

Piper Knight.

Knight?

A slow smile tugged at the corner of my lips. "Interesting."

Theodore blinked, clearly taken aback. "Interesting? That's all you have to say?" he asked. "Alpha Dominic, the woman you slept with was your adoptive sister."