Heat Haven (Heat Haven Omegaverse, #1)(33)

“Don’t stress yourself out over it, Griffin, we’ll manage. Maybe we could just get her pregnant. That way she skips a few heats and it won't be a problem.”

He points at me, “Now that…that’s a solid fucking idea, D.”

Emily chooses that moment to walk back into the bedroom. She gives us both a pointed look. “Remember when we agreed on no babies until we're sure our pack is complete?”

Griffin grumbles, “I mean, I don’t remember agreeing. I remember you being the one who has to carry said baby and caving to your demands.”

“Same difference,” she replies as she walks over to the closet and gets dressed. She puts on some black jersey knit dress and Griffin beams ear to ear. She grins back at him.

Griffin looks back at me in frustration and disapproval. “Well, are you going to get the fuck ready or what?” I jump out of the bed and start quickly getting dressed.



Griffin drove us to Heat Haven. He usually drives when we all go somewhere together. Once things got serious for us as a pack, he purchased a spacious SUV. Emily always insists on sitting in the back, so I have plenty of legroom. She’s so kind and considerate. I can’t imagine my life without her.

I have my own Boston sightseeing company and while at twenty-five that's impressive, Emily has helped me completely overhaul the program. After she and Griffin bonded, she quit her nannying position to help me full time. I, of course, agreed because it meant more time with my girl. Not to mention, she's great with people and marketing and I love having her on board. She does a great job of coming up with ideas to keep the kids entertained, while the parents take in the history and sights Boston has to offer.

Griffin takes the first parking spot he sees, and we all start getting out of the car. I open Emily's door and take her hand in mine. We walk through the mirrored front doors of Heat Haven and go straight to reception. Fortunately, the woman that Emily hates isn’t working today. She said that she was hitting on Griffin and will never forgive her. Griffin doesn’t agree, but we let Emily keep her rivalry.

“Hello, checking in for the Miller pack,” Griffin says proudly.

That’s fucking right. We are the Miller pack. I’m not close with my family and I felt totally fine taking on Griffin’s last name. Every time we hear our pack name, I swear we all smile like a bunch of morons.

“Of course, welcome. You’ll meet your moderator on level three to discuss potential Alphas for Mrs. Miller’s heat. They are currently painting our stairwell, so you will need to take the elevator.”

“Son of a bitch,” Griffin mutters.

Oh, I know all too well about the elevator story.

Emily looks at the receptionist. “We can make sure that we don't touch anything in the stairwell. Are you sure we need to take the elevator?”

“Sorry, yes, they have blocked the entrances,” the receptionist replies, and I think Emily has a new least favorite receptionist at Heat Haven.

Emily huffs but grabs Griffin’s hand, her left hand in mine and her right one in Griffin’s as we walk over to the elevator. I hit the call button to go up.

Griffin grabs her chin. “Honey, it’s going to be fine. Shit like that can’t happen twice. It’s like being struck by lightning or attacked by a shark twice.”

“I don’t like sharks or lightning either,” she mumbles back.

The elevator door slides open and all three of us enter. Just as the door begins to shut, a large foot in very expensive shoes stops it from closing all the way.

It's a tall man, late twenties, with dark blonde hair, blue eyes, and apparently a British accent.

“Sorry, mind if we hop in the lift with you?” he asks.

“Of course not,” I respond, since Emily is freaking the hell out and Griffin is silently consoling her.

Another man, probably around Griffin’s age in a deep tan suit enters, he has inky black hair and looks to be of Asian descent.

“Freddie, I still think this is a bad fucking idea. We can find an Omega another way,” he says to his British companion.

“Just give it a shot, Kenji,” the blonde man named Freddie sighs as he rakes a hand through his hair. He finally takes a good look at the three of us and smiles. “What floor, darlings?”

“Three, please,” I reply and he pushes the button and the doors finally close.

The elevator slowly starts rising at a snail's pace. Emily's hand still has a firm grip on mine, her other fisting Griffin's jacket. Just as the elevator illuminates that we’re passing level two, the entire floor bounces and there’s a groaning noise.

Griffin sighs, “You have got to be mother fucking kidding me.”

Emily yelps and the two new gentlemen look down at my sweet bonded.

Freddie, the blonde man, looks concerned for her. “Darling, are you alright?”

She glances at both of them and tries to give her best smile, but she looks a little hysterical. Just when I think it can’t get any worse, the lights flicker off and Emily lets out a little scream.

I rub her back and Griffin tells her words of encouragement, “Sweetheart, you’re going to be fine. I love you so much. You’re being so brave. Just remember what happened last time.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, the entire elevator is engulfed in Emily’s scent. Emily must be having very vivid memories of what happened in the elevator last time. Cherry and vanilla infiltrate the small space and I’m sure every Alpha on this elevator is now sporting an erection.