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cross the driveway. My arms ached, but I refused to as

he sleek black car. Her voice had that ex

h and pulled hard

trunk. I slumped into the back seat, staring out the window as w

n't you excited, sweetheart? We're going to

. And I don

. School was already frustrating enough-three years of being invisible, of wat

mething was crawling beneath my skin, demanding to get out. The dreams were the worst part-vivid, searingly hot dreams

te-blooming Omegas. The articles said it could happen, even without a wolf.

f Alphas-powerful ones-while my body was doing... this?

thighs together as another hot flush

. "I know this is hard, but Marcus is

terrupted, my stomach twi

r school like kings. Popular, powerful, and completely out of my le

small mercy: it let me admire

face. To him. Zane Parker, leaning against the boards after practice, his dark hair damp and messy, jersey clinging to his bro

brutal all at once. How his intense eyes would focus with laser precision during a g

Omega pining for a hockey sta

hing else entirely. And those intense eyes burned into mine

ver look my wa

" the drive

was massive-all modern glass and stone, with perfec

l, isn't it?"

terri

imposing in his expensive suit. But when he

aid warmly, pulling

"Aria, I'm so glad you're here.

Mr. Steel,"

arcus." His voice

s won't b

I saw

od in the doorway, their e

consuming. My skin prickled with awareness, every nerve ending suddenly alive and screaming. The scent of them hit me lik

now. Pleas

n my legs, a deep, insistent ache bloomed-that same restless, needy feeling from my dreams, but a hundred times stronger. Real. I

e. And my body was reacting like I'd

per, using the pain to ground myself. To think throug

ke I was dirt on his shoe. "So th

ine. I hated that my body responded to the authority in i

started, but R

oice dripping with sarcasm. "Go

nough!" Marcus

e a predator. "Look at her. Pathetic. An Omega with no wo

pooled in my stomach as they stood near me. My skin felt too t

wrong w

quietly, my voice shaking. "I d

," Cole mocked

Now." Marcus's command l

back one last time. "Stay out of our

slammed b

a, honey, I'm so sorry. The

ling, confused by the strange arousal I felt ar

l like this?

my fingers pruned, trying to scrub the fee

onto the plush carpet, I felt a sliver of calm

oor o

he doorway, having clear

ants and a tight black t-shir

at stormy charge slammed back i

squeaked, clutching the towel

e the towel made over my breasts, to my bare legs. That look wasn't bored anymore. It was hungry.

voice a low, rough thing. He kicked the door

ing! I just took a s

, taking a step for

tand there, dripping wet, smelling like fucking... ripe peaches and rain... in a towe

cloth. His fingers were strong, branding. A jolt of pure, electric sensation s

ered, his face

embling. Your little heart is going crazy. I can smell your arousal

ce behind it. My body was leaning into his touch

akable press of his erection against my lower stomach through the thin layers of towel and sweats. A sh

, but underneath it... a blazing, uncontrollable hunger that mirrored my own. "I can'

s other hand came up, fingers tangling roughly in my wet hair, tilting my head back. It

to strangle him. His eyes dropped to my mouth, and I wat

somewhere deep in his chest. The

shing me for something I didn't understand. His lips were firm and demanding, bruising,

his hard body against my soft, towel-covered one. He groaned into my mouth, the sound vi

s, pulling me even tighter against the thick ridge of his erection. The other wrapped a

ng good. Wrong. This is