Knot So Perfect Omega (Omega Match #1)(45)

After Kayla and I had finished our food the night before and walked on the beach, we’d come home and watched a movie. She’d seemed completely normal when we’d parted ways to go to bed, but I wanted to check on her before we headed to the airport.

Apparently, everyone else had the same idea as I did because Beck, Rio, and Rylan were all coming from their bedrooms. It was eerie how we sometimes didn’t even need to communicate to know what we needed to do as a pack.

I’d wanted to sleep with her, but she’d insisted we all needed our beauty sleep so we could be at our best for our playoff game later that evening. I couldn’t have cared less about the playoffs at that point.

“I slept like shit,” Beck muttered as we walked across the hallway to the primary suite. “Jesus, I can smell her already.”

“I told you guys she was going into heat.” I reached the door first and opened it, a plume of her perfume smacking me right in the nose and the effects going straight to my dick.

The room was dark besides light coming in through the open French door. My skin prickled from the chill in the air.

Beck shoved past me, going to the side of the bed closest to the door that Kayla had made her spot. He sat down gently and pulled the covers back just enough so we could all see her.

She was beautiful when she slept and the peace on her face was confusing since I’d half expected her to be panting and sweaty from a heat spike.

“Kayla, wake up.” Beck leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.

She groaned and rolled over, grabbing a pillow and tugging it under the blankets. “Go away.”

“We’re going to leave soon... say the word and we’ll stay.” I knelt on the bed and tugged the pillow away from her so she couldn’t hide. “You slept with the door open all night and you’re perfuming more than ever.”

She rolled onto her back, her fists going to her eyes and rubbing. “Huh?” She sniffed. “I’m fine.”

“Did you stop taking your pills?” Beck started stroking her arm. “If you’re about to start your heat...”

“I’m still taking them.” She let her hands drop to the blankets covering her. “Even if I am about to start my heat, it’ll be mild. Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Maybe she should come with us.” Rylan went and shut the door to the balcony. “She can stay in the hotel suite, and we can post some guards outside.”

“If she’s about to be in heat, it’s not safe for her to travel.” Rio adjusted himself in his boxers.

“We either need to withdraw from competition or-”

“No.” Kayla sat up, the covers dropping to show her flushed, naked chest which she quickly remedied by pulling a sheet to cover herself. “You guys have been working your asses off for this. I always run hotter during my heats. I don’t think that esquites agreed with me either, but I’ll be fine.”

Fine usually didn’t mean she was actually fine.

“Beck, where’s your thermometer?” I asked, heading for the bathroom.

“Left drawer.”

I grabbed it and came back, ready to stick it in her ear. She batted me away with an annoyed whine. “Let me go back to sleep. I don’t need my temperature taken.”

“Let him take your temperature.” Beck’s alpha bark had the boner I’d popped quickly deflating.

“You’re as stubborn as a mule.”

Falling back onto the pillows, she glared up at Beck as she turned her head to the side. “I’ll show you a mule when I kick you in the balls.”

“Do it.” Beck was back to stroking her arm, and the only reason I knew he was talking to me and not telling Kayla to kick him was because he was looking at me.

Too bad. I would have liked to see her put him in his place.

I put the thermometer in her ear and pressed the button, pulling it out when it beeped. “Ninety-nine point eight. That’s a little elevated.”

“Kayla.” Beck put his hand on her cheek. “Say the word and we’ll stay.”

“I don’t need you guys to stay. What I need is some sleep.” She pulled the covers up sharply over her head, forcing Beck’s hand away and hiding herself from our concerned stares.

Beck growled and stood. “You’ll call us if anything changes. Do you understand?”

“Yes. Now go before you miss your flight.” She didn’t uncover her head and we all shared a brief look before leaving the room. We didn’t need to correct her that the plane could wait.

“What are we going to do?” I started pacing in the hall. “We can’t leave her.”

“She wants us to go. We’ll go.” Beck strode back toward his new room.

Rio had been awfully quiet, and I turned to him. “What do you think we should do?”

“Honestly? She’s been going through heats for years, and if she says she’s fine for us to leave...”

He seemed unsure and rubbed a hand over his face. “We can come back right after the game.”

“I don’t know. It feels wrong to leave her when she’s going into her heat. I don’t care if she’s been handling it before now.” With one last look at her door, I followed Rio and Rylan back toward our rooms.

“It’s not how we feel about it. She’s fiercely independent, and as much as it goes against some of our instincts, if we don’t listen to her, we could ruin things with her. Let’s go, like she wants, and use this as fuel to win.” Rylan might have been the youngest, but sometimes his words made so much sense.