With shaky hands, I consider her advice. Just talking to her has calmed me down a bit. Sometimes you wonder if yourOmega nature is natural or something concerning and it’s nice to be validated. It’s another reason I want to go to the mixer tomorrow. Having Omega friends on board can only be a benefit. We’ll have each other to lean on and that’s exactly what I need.
I slip further back into the pillows, feeling a little dizzy.
Fuck it.
Fortunately, the app works with my phone’s speech to text feature.
Are you still up?
I send it directly to Wells, not the group message from earlier.
Wells
Yup, is everything okay?
Can you keep a secret?
Wells
It’s why my hair is so big. It’s full of secrets.
I snort and what’s the worst that could happen? He tells me no and thinks I’m too needy or strange?
Could you bring me something of Forrest’s that has his scent? They changed my sheets and I’m feeling nauseous.
Wells
I could bring you the whole Alpha if you want.
Tempting, but Forrest seemed overwhelmed by the date. He did great, but I could tell it was a lot for him. I don’t want to put him in that situation again.
Just a piece of clothing would be great.
Wells
Can you meet me by the deck eight elevators since I can’t get on your floor?
I glance down at my clothes and groan. I’m absolutely not changing.
Five minutes?
Wells
You got it.
I take a deep breath, grab my sandals, and head toward the elevator. The security guard looks at me wildly, but I ignore him. I’m an Omega who needs a midnight fix and I don’t care what he thinks about it as I scan my wristband and get in the elevator.
It quickly takes me down the four floors, and I wait right by the elevator.
A few Alphas are walking down the hallway, and I gulp. Two of them walk past, but one lingers. He smells heavily of tequila as he approaches me.
“Little Omega, what are you doing in this hallway by yourself? Do you need some help getting back to your room?” His words are slightly slurred. He doesn’t seem especially threatening, just intoxicated.
“No, thank you, I’m waiting for someone,” I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest.
Dammit, why didn’t I put a bra back on before I came down here? My stomach hurts. The scent of this Alpha is so heavy I think I’m going to hurl.
“You don’t look so good. You need an Alpha, don’t you?” he says, leaning closer to me.