Untouched Omega (Alpha Elite Series Book 4), V.T. Bonds [best books to read for success .txt] 📗

cram it away into the corner of my mind's nest. Without the fear elevating my emotions, clarity allows me to compartmentalize.

My wish to return to my bleak existence cannot be granted until after this heat.

I must ensure these Alphas keep their distance. None of these people can fall victim to my disease.

I peruse every lost soul who has left me scarred, dousing them in my love. With a reverent caress of my newest failure, I protect them with a cocoon of blankets, shutting them away from what’s to come.

They rely on me. If I fade, so do they. I will not succumb to weakness, for one wrong move could result in their true ending. I will keep their memory alive, no matter the cost.

Once they are tucked away, I check my defenses.

The new branches in my soul remain held at bay, despite the chaos swirling through me, almost as though they’ve pulled away to give me a wide berth. The women across the room still send their hope toward me, but they also give my heart space, as though the danger I represent has become too obvious for them to tempt fate by approaching.

Even Jumoke’s worry seems distant, like he’s holding himself away.

Good.

With the most important issues seen to, I focus on my body’s ailments. Lava courses through my veins while torturous pain pierces my spine from my shoulder.

I accept the heavy pain in my womb, no longer fighting the sensation.

This is happening. There is no fighting biology, no matter the ill timing.

Opening my eyes, I meet luminescent blue eyes.

“Anastasia, I am Nova. I will take you to Jumoke’s den, where you can nest alone.”

Centered, I consider her words, noting the sweat forming between my breasts and the slick gathering between my legs.

“A sterile room would be best.” The words hurt to say.

Scenting his pheromone-laced den while suffering through my heat would be torture.

A sharp movement pulls my attention to the left. The group of Alphas stand locked together, Jumoke’s forward lunge stopped by his teammates.

Large pits of inky blackness, ringed by tiny dark green irises, blaze with fury.

My chest constricts as his twisted expression increases the arousal in my veins. It rises to meet his challenge, demanding I find fulfillment with this enticing male, wetting my intimate folds in preparation.

Locked door.

I need a barricade, maybe twenty, between us, before we both succumb to temptation.

Chapter Ten

Jumoke

She’d rather a cell than my den?

Rage eats at my composure, my instincts demanding I fling her onto my nest and drive my cock into her, putting her where she belongs.

The delicious hint of her slick makes me want to murder everyone in the room, just so I can get close enough to properly scent her.

Her stoic expression yanks my sanity back into place, reminding me how delicate our predicament is.

I have every right to be angry.

“You’re denying my den? You’d rather a closet or a hospital room? You’d prefer a cell?” I can’t stop the anger causing my voice to rise any more than I can break my teammates’ hold.

Shakier than before, tendrils of her heart sneak through her barrier, cupping my soul with an ease that makes me ache.

I don’t want her comfort, but I do want her close. Whether it be her body or whatever portion of her soul she’s willing to offer, I want it.

Despite my ferocity, she cradles my heart with a gentleness too pure to be feigned. Her surety and serene strength cause large chunks of my frenzy to slough off, tempering my instincts.

“Jumoke, I could infect your nest.”

“Good, damn it.”

Her eyes widen in surprise, but the strain on her face belies her desire to do exactly as I suggest.

She wants her slick to fill my nest.

Fuck, I want her slick on my cock. Her flesh between my teeth. Her pussy on my knot.

“Use my den. I can’t promise to keep my shit together if you choose somewhere else. I need you in my den, Anastasia. Use it. Mark it. If that’s the closest we can get, I’ll take it. Give me the satisfaction of knowing I’ve provided a place for you, if nothing else.”

Even as my muscles strain to reach her, I plead for her to accept my paltry offer.

If she doesn’t get herself behind a locked door soon, I’ll go crazy.

My lower spine tingles, the pounding in my cock reminiscent of the start of my Rut.

Which can’t be. I completed my Rut not long ago.

This is the call of my lifemate.

Damn, she affects me more than I can process.

“Get in my den, Omega.” Desperate for her to give me this, I can’t help but leak a note of command into my voice.

Her lips tighten.

Fuck, I’m an asshole.

Pale orange eyes, tortured with too many worries, squint back at me. Her flash of anger causes precum to wet my pants, but she lifts herself away from the wall, still favoring her shoulder.

“You may panic, Jumoke, but you may not control me, not in this way. My will far outweighs your command. Keep pushing, young Alpha, and we’ll both lose.”

Her body trembles, but her heart remains locked away, the little comfort she gives me a steady reminder of her strength.

Anger drains from me, her sure gaze wiping away the selfish reasons for my actions.

It will pain her to be surrounded by my pheromones while she denies her body its basic needs.

Yet I need her there, need to provide her with clean nesting materials and a safe place to endure.

“I’m sorry, Anastasia. Please.”

I’m not above begging, not for her.

Her lips soften and she nods.

When she moves toward the door, Nova glances at Seeck before leading her from the room.

Anastasia knows where to go, but Nova will check over the room and give her things to block the doorjamb, so her scent doesn’t permeate through it. She’ll also spray the outside edges of the door, providing extra buffering.

Nova will also add a lock on the outside, so Anastasia can’t leave in her haze.

I jerk in my living