“Liv! Can you get more gauze before your break?”
“I’m on it.”
As Olivia walked away from the bed, she tugged at her elastic, her black hair cascading around her shoulders. The last drunk patient that had been brought to the ER had been quite the fighter and keeping him down long enough to sedate him had her looking like she’d gone through the wringer. She ran her fingers through her hair before wrapping it up again in a tight ponytail. It was next to impossible to get a break when you covered the night ER shift but honestly, she didn’t know how much longer she could go on without stepping aside. This was not a good night.
She was in heat. Her skin was sticky, her nerves were on edge and everything sent her spiraling down the wrong direction. She hated the weakness it brought forward, how needy it made her. The suffering only lasted about a day a month but every second of it was unbearable.
The smell of blood, the drunken men flirting a little too much...
It was getting to her.
She pressed her index finger between her eyes, rubbing the skin to soothe her headache away. She couldn’t think straight anymore. Gauze, and then some fresh air. She could do this. She could get through the night. Then, she’d go home and take care of the urges that had plagued her the whole night. By herself. Like she often did during these times. It was safer. Tossing yourself in the arms of the first wolf that came across wasn’t natural for her. She wasn’t like most of them; she wasn’t born a wolf. She became one.
Olivia refocused her attention to her task at hand, unlocking the blue metal cabinet with the key dangling from her ID badge. She grabbed as many packs of gauzes as her hands allowed her, pressing them to her chest. She locked it back with one hand and turned around, her back pushing into the door of the nearby patient observation room. That was when it hit her.
The second the scent reached her nose, her body had stiffened up. She could see the staff, the patients, the visitors as they walked past her, but she felt in another dimension. She, however, stood there, clutching at gauzes, frozen in place. It caught her by surprise; she’d been tending patients in the ER, running off of the get some much-needed supplies when she caught a whiff of his scent. She made a point to always be careful. Human side first, instincts later. However, that musky scent in the air was calling out to her. This was why she never worked during her heat - it made her prone to stupid decisions. Like this one.
Still, her best friend had asked for a favor and she had obliged. She did so much for her, how could she refuse this one favor? Plus, werewolves rarely came strolling into the emergency room. What could possibly happen in the span of twelve hours? This. This could happen. She tried to swallow, her mouth like paste as she smacked her lip, desperate for a wetness - other than the one rendering her panties damp. He was in the room next to her - she could tell. There was blood and there was his scent - that was all she could focus on. Her heart thundering in her chest like a drum as her nostrils twitched.
He was getting closer. Too close.
Everything happened so fast - too fast for her to register it.
Before her next intake of air, she was placated against the door, the forceful motion closing it at the same time. The next time she blinked, there were hands on her - everywhere. Large hands palmed at her stomach, gliding their way up until they were cupping her breasts through the blue fabric of her uniform. She held her breath, her head tilted back as she dared to open her eyes. In front of her - that was where he was. His imposing frame covering her much smaller one, his height causing him to tower over her. She was trapped. Blue eyes darkened as he gazed at her face.
His hands slammed on the door beneath her, his arms forming a barrier on each side of her body, trapping her. Her bottom lip quivered as she parted her mouth open, wanting to speak but unable to find her voice. She had somewhat lost control and her inhibition during her first heat - no one to explain to her what to expect, what would overcome her. She’d lost her virginity to another stray, her friend. Her limited knowledge of her own kind led her to be grateful for her pack-less status but sometimes, it came with the sting of the unknown. Since then she’d learned to control herself, establish a safe environment. Sometimes, the ache became too much - unbearable - and she’d give in to it.
But it was an itch to scratch.
A passing need.
Her body was on fire.
She felt his nose pressed against the column of her throat, rendering her breathless. Her short black hair tickled her skin as his lips trailed along her neck and she closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. A musky, earthy scent - like a campfire in a chilly night - clung to him and made her insides coil. She bit her lips, waiting on his next move. The flutter in her empty stomach grew when his mouth found her ear. There were a nibble, sharp teeth grazing against her earlobe before he tugged at it. A warm puff of air tickled her as he breathed heavily. Rough callus fingers brushed away the dark strand of her hair sticking to her skin, fingers diving into her scalp.
This man hadn’t uttered a single word to her and her legs were quivering. His scent carried his dominance while there was an inexplicable pressure in her chest coming from his need for control. She had smelled an alpha before - but she had never been trapped by one. No one told her it was dizzying, no one told her one brush of a finger and she’d be soaking through her panties. His skin was smooth beneath her touch - though she couldn’t even remember when she had gripped at his large, broad shoulders.
Finally, he made a sound. “Do you belong to someone?” His words were ushered - a stolen whisper.
Belong to someone? His question rattled her brain and despite the heat pooling in her stomach, she found her voice. “M-myself.” It would have had a strong effect without the trembling in her voice but the fact that she mustered a verbal answer was already a victory.
He chuckled - it was dark, rich and it sent a vibrating rumble through her body. The sound was enough to elicit a clench in her core.
There was always a pressure; find a pack, follow an alpha. She never took that path - not after what happened to her. She made her own pack with friends. There were loners, mismatch, but there wasn’t an alpha to look after them. They look after themselves. It was better that way. No one to hurt you, no one to go on a rampage. It did leave her with a few surprises. Like this one. She didn’t want an alpha; she certainly didn’t want to fuck one. They took what they wanted and they didn’t care about the damage they left behind. It wasn’t for her. Yet, despite her resolve, her fingernails were digging at his skin, her thighs clenching together.
“I’ll take that as a no.”
“I-I have to go.”
Gauzes. That was her task. Now that she could string two thoughts together, she realized that in the commotion, she had lost them. They were definitively not in the room.
He didn’t seem to care about her hesitance as his thumb brushed up against her bottom lip, dragging it downward. “Go then.”
Great. That was exactly what she was going to do.
Except her body didn’t follow.
Her legs didn’t move.
She didn’t break the staring contest they had going on.
Olivia was a statue.
“Don’t seem so eager to leave.”
Let him. She could hear it. The small voice inside of her, the one she so often ignored. It was the wolf inside of her, the one she pretended wasn’t there for many years. The one that pushed her to follow a path that wasn’t hers. She was a human first and foremost. She didn’t care that the moon affected her body, that animal instincts were driving her. She spent 16 years as a human. She couldn’t throw that away. She had only been a wolf for 6 years - it didn’t compare. No. She wasn’t doing this - whatever it was. She didn’t know this man. She didn’t know who he was, his name - he was a stranger.
“I’m gonna kiss you.”
It wasn’t a question - it was an order.
Maybe a warning?
She didn’t move, she couldn’t. Her voice was commanding, his words echoing through her like they were law. Was this the unbreakable control of the alpha? That one she had heard so much about? But he wasn’t her alpha. She hadn’t pledged herself to him, she hadn’t vowed to obey and protect. She didn’t even know his freaking name.
He’ll make you feel better. No, he won’t. It was fine. She could take care of the growing urge herself. It didn’t matter that his hand squeezing at her hip was enough for her to want to moan. It didn’t. Really.
He did well on his word. His lips crashed on hers, his mouth melting against hers. His fingers dug into her skin while his other hand dragged down the wall until it found her rear. Forceful fingers squeezed it, earning a gasp from her. Now that her mouth was open, he took full advantage, his tongue invading, swirling with hers. She had let the instincts win a few times but it never felt like this. It was like fireworks erupting in her chest, each of his touch making her wetter than the previous ministrations.
The part of her she kept locked inside was clawing to free itself. It would give him a better surrender than Olivia ever would. It screamed in her head, telling her he can make it all go away; the emptiness, the need - the urge she didn’t even know existed. No.
He popped off her mouth, leaving her lips bruised and swollen by the time he pulled away. There was something magnetic in his eyes, something that kept her looking even when she didn’t want to do so.
“Shouldn’t be out here when you smell like that,” he said, pressing his forehead to hers. “Didn’t anyone teach you that?”
She knew males could smell a female in heat. She knew her Omega blood made her a bigger prey, a more interesting target. She heard stories, different kinds of stories, about how Omegas were treated in packs, and to be honest, she never wanted to be someone’s toy, baby machine, or good obedient little girl. It didn’t matter which way he thought; she wasn’t interested. She didn’t want his way of life, she didn’t what he was and she didn’t want to be his little distraction.But if she knew all that... why wasn’t she fucking moving?
She heard him as he sniffed her neck, taking her scent in. “No Alpha huh?”
He lifted his hand, grasping her chin between his fingers. He tilted her head backward, forcing her to look at him from below. “You don’t smell like you’ve got an Alpha. Am I wrong?”
“I told you, I belong to myself.”
He laughed again. “That’s a lot of talk for a girl who hasn’t moved yet.” He released his tight grip on her hip, his hand inching upwards until it framed one of her breasts. “Maybe you wanna know.”
She held her breath, her chest caving in. “Know what?”
His lips hovered over hers, barely touching them. His body moved forward, pressing against hers and allowing her to feel the full force of his own urges. “What it feels like when an alpha sinks into you.”
At his words, she bit her bottom lip, teeth breaking the feeble membrane. The taste of blood filled her mind but she ignored it, his promise echoing in her mind. As his thumb flickered over her nipple, she knew his words were not full of fake promises; she could feel it inside of her. If she let him, if she dropped her guard for a second, he’d take her. She’d be naked on that floor, her clothes discarded and he’d be inside of her before she could blink.
“I’ve never had an Omega before.”
Her heart stopped.
“They say Alphas lose control when an Omega’s in heat.”
“All they can think about is a taste of that sweet little nectar.”
His eyes were half-lidded as if he were drunk but she knew damn well he wasn’t. She tasted his mouth enough to know there was not a trace of alcohol in him. She kind of wished she was drunk right now. Then maybe she could handle this. The human wanted to leave, the wolf wanted to get wrecked. She was constantly torn in half by her own heart.
“Are you gonna let me taste you?”
No. But the wrong word came out. “Yes.” Her cheeks flustered, the heat spreading through her face. Before she could take the word back, he chortled.
Fingers hooked in the waistband of her pants and she felt the cold air wrap around her rear. She felt light as a feather when he lifted her from the ground, wrapping her legs around him. His hardness pressed into her aching, wet, core, forcing her to shiver. She could tilt her hips, grind into him. If she let go, if she released the control, it wouldn’t hurt anymore. He’d satisfy her craving. It’d make it so it didn’t hurt so damn much. One tear streamed down her face and she couldn’t tell if it was from her frustration or from fighting against this. It didn’t matter.
His warm tongue touched her face, licking away the tear.
She arched her back, leaning into him. He palmed at her breast through the fabric, her nipples hardening. He could ravage her.
Did she want him to or did it want this?
The sound of metal clinging as his fingers fumbled with his belt buckle brought her back. His momentary distraction allowed her to drop back to the ground and she knew the seconds were ticking. His bare chest was right in her face, causing her to notice his injury for the first time - a deep young beneath his ribs. The blood had dried. Stitches maybe. Why was she thinking about this now?
“You wanna do it?” he offered as his fingers let go of his belt.
No, she didn’t want to do any of this. She was at the right level. No. No. Get out of my head, she wanted to scream at herself but she couldn’t. For the first time, he wasn’t touching her. For the first time, the haze in her mind was clear enough for her to think. Yet, she stood there, waiting for him to move, waiting for him to proceed with fucking her senseless. Fucking her until her voice was raw. Fucking her until her legs gave up. None of this was helping. None of this was her fighting this heat. Because she wasn’t a goddamn animal and she sure as fuck wasn’t anyone’s toy.
Run. It was the only thing she could think of now that the fog in her mind was gone. She used whatever strength she had left to put her hands on his sweaty, glistening pectorals and pushed him away. He toppled ever so slightly, but it was even to create greater space between their bodies. She bent over, her head swirling, and she gathered her bunched up pants, slipping them on as gracefully as she could muster before wrapping her trembling fingers around the metal door handle. She didn’t look back at him, she didn’t breathe - not until she was on the other side of that door.
Her scent was strong; he was against the door. But he wasn’t coming out.
A quiver rattled her stomach while a prickling sensation traveled down her spine. She had known heat before - this wasn’t it. She tried to loosen her shoulders, standing straighter, but she couldn’t unfold her body. Every drum of her heart echoed in her head and her senses were on high alert. She covered the bottom half of her face with her hand, tears stinging at her eyes, her own emotions overwhelming her. There was a hand on her shoulder, this time a much more delicate touch, but her body reacting violently regardless. She jumped out of her skin. She zoned back into the world surrounding her, taking in the blond ponytail swaying with each tilt of the head her friend was doing.
“Liv, you okay?”
She cleared her throat. “Yeah, erm- I-I’m fine.” Minus the clenching in her belly or the wobbly legs. She was fine. The sweat was still dripping down the nape of her neck, clutching the collar of her shirt to her skin. Could Katie tell? Probably. Did she care? No. She was too far gone. She smoothened her wet hair, palming at it with her shaking hand. “I’ll be right back.”
In the background, she heard Katie ask more questions but she pushed her voice in the back of her mind as she picked up the pace. By the time she reached the end of the hallway, she was running. Her blood was pumping, her heart inflicted pain with each strenuous beat it took. There was the ghost of his hands on her, the memory of his mouth on her skin, and the craving left behind in her core. Never had she lost control like this. Never.
What the fuck happened?