Three alpha werewolves at my doorstep.
Fuck my life. I never expected to see three huge alphas standing in the rain, soaked, and looking for a place to stay.
I recognize one of them from earlier in the day, Gunnar- but I don’t know the others. Judging by how they’re gathered together, it must be his pack. I wonder who’s in charge, but I push that thought away.
I can’t be thinking those kinds of things.
Alphas are dangerous, no matter how good they look, and these alphas, well, they look quite yummy.
I rub the inside of my wrist absentmindedly, hoping my scent blockers continue to work. As an added precaution, I also take heat suppressants, but it’s been a few days since my last dose, and I know by now that the pills are wearing off.
If they come inside, I’m screwed.
Anxiety swirls in my stomach as I stand there, blocking their entrance into the library. If they find out I’m an omega, my freedom is over.
“This storm is only getting worse, and we need a place to shelter. Let us stay here with you until it passes,” says the dark-haired alpha. He pauses, then adds, “Please.”
That familiar tug pulls at my belly, the one that aches to obey the commands of an alpha.
By now, I know it’s useless to ignore it, even though my pride doesn’t want me to. Besides, ignoring a direct order from an alpha will only make him angry, and this one looks like the type I don’t want to cross.
“Alright,” I sigh, opening the door wider for them to enter the library. “You can stay here, but only until the storm passes. We’re not allowed to have visitors after hours.”
“Thank you,” says Gunnar, making eye contact with me while his two packmates walk in, dripping rainwater all over the floors.
“You’re welcome,” I say, but I start to feel my face heat up when he stays beside me until I lock the door. “I see that you’re back.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t far from the library when I met up with my friends,” says Gunnar slowly, watching my every expression. A wave of fear washes over me. He brought his freaking pack here.
What if he knows that I’m an omega?
But that’s not possible. I take a deep breath to see if my omega scent is noticeable, but it’s not. We follow the other two alphas into the library, and I barely refrain from rolling my eyes at the mess they’re making on my clean floors.
I shiver as another ominous roll of thunder sounds overhead.
“Are you okay?” asks Gunnar, and I nod, biting my lip. I haven’t quite shaken the anxiety that weighed on me before the alphas showed up, and I watch them make themselves comfortable in the reading area.
Being alone with alphas here is such a bad idea. But it’s not like I have a choice.
A flash of lightning illuminates the space, and I glance outside again, a sinking feeling settling in my gut as I see how the weather has turned.
I would have to stay overnight here.
I’m stuck here with the alphas, and the realization makes my heart race. I need to calm down, knowing that if I’m not careful, they will pick up on the slightest scent that I’m uneasy. I find some comfort in the fact that the library is large, and I’m not confined to the same space as the men.
Sure, they might be getting comfortable in the reading area where I planned to sleep, but I can always lock myself in the staff room. My eyebrows rise when the red-headed alpha kicks off his shoes and puts his feet on the couch.
The dark-haired male shoots him a glare and then turns to me, his expression apologetic.
“I’m sorry about my friend here,” he says. “He’s clearly forgotten his manners. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Damon, and this is my pa—, I mean friends, Max and Gunnar. Thank you for allowing us to shelter here in the library with you.”
“Of course,” I say, giving Damon a tentative smile. His intense gaze takes me aback, and I feel a tingle race across my skin from how he looks at me. “My name is Lena. I work here at Willowstone Library. You’re welcome to stay until the storm passes.”
“Thanks, Lena,” says the one named Max, running his hand through his curly red hair. Oh my god, his voice sounds familiar. “Beautiful name.”
I nod, blushing as I wonder why he has such an effect on me.
A strange coppery scent reaches my nose, and I sniff the air gently, trying to place it. It’s coming from one of the alphas, and I stare at them more intently, wondering what the smell is. In the dim light of the library, I see a small splash of red across Max’s neck, and it clicks into place- it’s blood that I can smell on him.
“Are you hurt?” I ask abruptly, wondering if I should get the first aid kit. Alphas can generally care for themselves, but I need to pretend that I think they’re human, so a first aid kit would seem more realistic. Max frowns at the question, and I gesture to his neck. “You have some blood on your neck. Did you injure yourself?”
“You’re observant,” Damon comments, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. I shrug, trying to play it off as nothing.
“Just 20/20 vision,” I lie. “Should I get you a bandage, Max?”
He wipes the blood off his neck and then onto his pants.
“Nah,” he says with a grin. “I guess I missed a spot after all my hard work today.”
Gunnar glances at him with a scowl, and I frown, choosing to ignore his comment.
I can’t get involved with them in any way, period. Whatever they were up to before they showed up at my library is their business, not mine, and it needs to stay that way.
“Oh, okay,” I say quickly, trying to end the topic.
“A bandage is not necessary,” Max says. “I appreciate your concern.”
Something about his voice pulls at a memory tucked away in the back of my mind. I try to remember why his voice would be familiar, but I can’t quite place it. The memory is out of reach, and it eludes me.
I pushed it aside for now, figuring I would rack my brain later when I was alone.
Damon is staring at me and into my eyes, which makes me flinch. He’s disgusted by my different eye colors.
“Is something wrong?” I ask, wringing my hands.
“You have beautiful eyes,” he compliments, and my face heats. If he keeps scrutinizing me like this, I might as well take off my panties and offer myself to him this very minute.
God, it’s been so long.
“Can I get anyone anything to eat or drink?” I ask, suddenly getting up to shake off the feeling. “We have some snacks and drinks in the break room that I would be happy to share if you guys are hungry.”
“No thanks, love,” Gunnar says with a shake of his head, making my stomach somersault. “We’re all good, thank you.’
He’s just as handsome as I remember, but the fact that he found his way back to me after I had politely brushed him off makes me uneasy. I had been right to think he would be back for more and wouldn’t leave me alone until he found out who I was. Damon may have that dangerous vibe, but I knew that Gunnar was the one to watch out for.
He probably already told his pack about me, and I need to tread carefully for the next couple few hours.
“Are you sure? It’s no problem for me to get the snacks,” I blurt out.
I want nothing more than to hide away from these alphas at the back of the library, but my nature as an omega makes me want to please them. I need to be a good host.
“Lena, darling, we’re fine,” Damon growls, and I hate how my skin tingles at the term of endearment. “You’re doing enough just letting us shelter here, I assure you.”
“Let me just show you what we’ve got,” I babble, backing away towards the break room, needing an excuse to leave.
“I promise you we don’t need anything,” Max protests, but I shake my head, refusing to take no for an answer.
“I’ll be right back. I’m sure you’ll change your mind,” I stammer. “Besides, I just want you to be comfortable!”
I turn and hurry deeper into the library, secretly relieved to no longer be in their presence.
I keep looking back as I go, checking to ensure the alphas aren’t following me, but the passage behind me is clear. My pussy clenches at the thought of all of them rutting me and knotting deep inside me.
I shake my head, trying to clear the image away. Because if I continue down that line of thought, everything will go to hell.
The break room is blessedly quiet and empty. I start rummaging through the old boxes we keep there in search of food. I know we can get drinks from the vending machine, but there must be something else I can offer the alphas.
As much as it pains me, I want to please them. I want them to like me.
No, Lena, I tell my inner omega wolf. Why am I even trying to get them to like me? Leave well enough alone. Packs are trouble.
I wish I could listen to my inner self, but I was never very good at it. I can’t hide here forever, and I groan, wondering what the fuck I’m going to do now with these alphas in my library.
