“You get your fucking hands off of her,” Wells says and I groan.
“My head hurts,” I moan, and Forrest rubs his cheek against my head.
“I know. I’m pretty sure every single fucking Omega on this ship just went into heat. We’ll take care of you, don’t worry,” he says.
Tears fill my eyes, because the truth was I knew I’d likely go into heat on the ship. I came onto this cruise knowing that was the most likely possibility. But once I met Forrest and Wells,I thought that maybe my first heat could be the perfect one I always imagined.
“Please don’t cry, Claire. I might kill someone,” Forrest rumbles against me and I sniffle against his chest.
“Elevators are down,” Elliot says, and I wish he were touching me too. I need them all so badly and I don’t even know if they’ll be okay during heat.
“You don’t even like each other,” I cry and Forrest and Elliot both curse.
“Don’t worry about us. We’ll figure our shit out,” Elliot says. “Fuck, we’re going to have to take the stairs to the heat suite levels. We’ve got to get her away from all these Alpha and Omega scents.”
“Alright, Princess, I’m going to carry you over my shoulder, alright?” Forrest says.
I don’t give him a sound of agreement, he just does it and it’s dizzying how fucking fast he flies down the stairs. It churns my stomach and I think I’m going to throw up on his back.
Luckily they finally get to the right level and Wells picks up my wrist to open the door and Forrest goes back to carrying me bridal style.
“Holy shit,” Wells hisses next to me.
When I look up with watery eyes, I know exactly why. The entire lobby is filled to the brim with Alphas and Omegas as moderators try to handle the chaos.
“We’ll just push through?” Forrest suggests.
“There will be no pushing! Our priority is getting every Omega into a suite first, along with the Alphas who already have permission to be a part of their heat.”
My heart thunders against my chest as I grip Forrest’s shirt, bringing his face close to mine.
His deep brown eyes pool with concern as he looks at me. “I never added Elliot to my list.”
“We’ll handle it. Don’t worry,” he tells me, and I just have to take his word for it.
The scents in here are, quite honestly, fucking disgusting. A mix of sickly sweet Omega scents sneak through my nose. Hell, an Omega is literally naked only a few feet away from me as an Alpha fingers her.
“Get me to a suite now,” I grate out.
I will not be finger fucked in the hallway while all these people watch. They get taken away and so do other packs while we stand here and wait. I know Forrest is getting pissed as he holds me.
Eventually we’re the last pack in the lobby as a frantic man comes up to us and doesn’t even speak, he just starts scanning wrists.
I decide I hate him, and he needs to get the hell away from me and my pack.
“You’ll need to leave the lobby,” he tells Elliot, pushing his glasses up. Elliot grabs the man’s shirt and Wells steps between them.
“She hasn’t been able to add him to her list. She needs him there.”
The man looks at me and I know I must look pathetic with tears in my eyes as I nod.
“You consent to him being in your heat? Can you verbally confirm that with me?” the Beta moderator asks.
“Need Elliot,” I say and the man grumbles but scans Elliot’s bracelet and tells us to follow him.
“It’s the last suite available,” he says as he opens the door.
I look around and sob.