“Yes,” I lied. But my face was hot, and I was achingdown there. I couldn’t explain it. The closeness of their bodies was making my hormones go haywire again. I wanted Grant to do what he did to me yesterday.
“I don’t think she’s okay,” observed Grant, staring at me from across the table. “She’s about to go into heat.”
I squirmed in my chair. His studying look was too invasive. Too intimate.
“I think so, too,” said Tony, also staring into my face.
“Have you been feeling weird lately?” asked Wesley.
“I’m okay,” I said so that Wesley and Tony wouldn’t keep staring at me. The waiter brought my chicken salad. Even though I ached, I was starving. I couldn’t remember the last time I ate. The chicken was so soft and delicious.
“Do you like Seattle?” asked Tony.
“I do,” I said. “I miss my family, but they pissed me off after not telling me what I was for my entire life. I never knew about being an omega or anything like that.”
I noticed a look pass between Tony and Grant. I shrugged and dug into the boiled egg in the salad. I was way too hungry to care about the ominous look.
“How would you feel if you never saw your home again?” asked Grant.
“What kind of question is that?” I asked, wondering if this was the official invite to their pack. But I had to act clueless around Grant. “You guys are being weird.”
I sipped the cold lemonade, and it was so delicious. I sat back in my chair, full and satisfied. But definitely not satisfieddown there.
“Just wondering,” said Tony.
“So what’s a bunch of werewolves doing on a cruise ship?” I asked. We were talking about werewolves like it was nothing when it was all a shock to me a few days ago.
“Just doing security work,” said Wesley, panicked as he looked down at his uniform.
“I see,” I said.
Suddenly my abdomen started to hurt, and I held my stomach in pain.
“You okay?” Tony asked yet again.
“I’ll be back,” I whispered, my teeth clenching in pain as I ran out of there. I quickly shoved my way through the people, making my way downstairs and into the tiny hallway. Each step hurt as I walked to my room at the end of the long hallway.
I stepped inside the room and shut the door.
I felt something seeping from between my legs, so I ran to the bathroom. Breathing hard, I sat on the toilet, nothing coming out. I was just extremely wet. My underwear had clear white fluid on it that I’d never seen before.
I left the bathroom and lay on my messy bed, clutching my stomach. I never had a period, but I’ve heard about girls having them and how painful it was. But there was no blood. I felt my womb clenching and more moisture gathering below.
I felt like I was physically empty inside the more aroused I became. The feeling wasn’t pleasant at all.
I needed something inside me. To fill me up.
The pain grew more intense as I lay on the bed, holding my stomach. It felt like my body was squeezing in and spasming.
There was knocking on the door. Three firm knocks.
“Who is it?” I asked, my voice breathless as I rolled in pain, my head pressed against the limp white pillow drenched in sweat.
The door opened, and to my surprise, I saw Grant, Tony, and Wesley standing at the entrance. They quickly made their way inside, locking the door with a loud audible click.
Grant quickly came to my side, kneeling on the side of the bed.
“What are you feeling right now?” he asked me, gently pushing my hair away from my face.