NINE
ANNABEL
What in the actual f**k?
Everything had gone sideways in the last few minutes in ways I couldn’t even hope to fully describe, but my brain was sure as hell trying to quantify them anyway. I liked lists. They made me feel comfortable. I took great pride in being organized. In the midst of chaos, my subconscious was apparently desperate to order things.
I’d gone into heat. A real, actual heat. Which meant that I was an omega, not the beta female I’d thought I was—the woman I’d been raised to be. I’d f****d two guys in… what, under an hour? First I’d opened my legs for a total stranger, let him mate me, then begged for the c**k of a man I just barely knew better while the first guy’s c*m was still dripping out of me. And now I had two mates. Something that shouldn’t have been
