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His Wildest Dream

A Portville Mpreg Romance


By Xander Collins


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Table of Contents

About His Wildest Dream

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

About His Hardest Choice

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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ABOUT HIS WILDEST DREAM


Dreams really do come true …


When Daniel goes into a debilitating super-heat while delivering a package to the office of one of the wealthiest men in town, he is horrified. It’s not like any other heat he’s had before, and he finds out it could have been caused by some very compatible pheromones.


Those of billionaire Cameron Styles.


He can’t fathom that Cameron could be interested in a poor, young omega like him, but when he’s asked to move into Cameron’s penthouse condo, he can’t turn down the chance to live out some of his dreams.


Cameron has hidden himself away in his penthouse ever since his omega partner was killed in an accident. He has made sure to not come into contact with anyone who might set off his powerful alpha hormones, or touch his heart.


Until Daniel walks into his office, that is.


After Cameron inhales Daniel’s scent and sees the sweetness in his eyes, he can’t get him out of his mind. But he’s afraid of love and pain, and most of all, of scaring an innocent omega with his depraved desires.


Can two people from different backgrounds let go of the pain in their pasts and come together to find the love they’re searching for?


His Wildest Dream is a Cinderfella-style non-shifter omegaverse romance of 46k words. It includes a May/December relationship between a sweet, innocent omega from a poor part of town and a reclusive billionaire single dad, and is served up with a side of kink.


It is a very sweet, incredibly hot mpreg romance with kids, babies, a lavish wedding, and a super-HEA that will have you smiling from ear to ear.





Chapter 1


Daniel



“Hey, kid! Watch where you’re going!”

I’d just brought my bike to a screeching halt at an intersection where I had the right of way. The dude who yelled at me was making a right turn and didn’t even look before he got in the bike lane and cut me off.

“Oh yeah?” I yelled. “Well, you better …” But that was all that came out. I’d never been any good at slinging insults or defending myself in general. Not as a kid, and not when I got older. My dad always intimidated me, and I did everything I could to be the perfect ‘seen and not heard’ son. Then for years, after I’d been kicked out of my home and was living on the streets, I stayed in the shadows of the warehouse buildings where I squatted at night to avoid any kind of confrontation. I learned quickly that you needed street smarts to survive, and my street smarts revolved around staying invisible.

Now that things were looking up and I had a job as a bike messenger, I totally noticed the invisibility working in my favor. In the last couple of months, I’d been yelled at, given the finger, scared half to death by someone laying on their horn, and almost killed more times than I could count. My best defense was skimming right past those assholes, who’s cars kept them stuck in gridlocked traffic, and disappearing.

I loved the feeling of a quick getaway.

One of my favorite things in the world was making a delivery downtown first thing in the morning. The company I worked for was on the East side of Portville, and most days I had to cross one of the bridges that went over a huge river that split the city in half. Some days I took the pedestrian-only bridge, which was awesome because there were no cars on there at all.

I could ride as fast as I wanted and feel the amazing, cool morning breeze on my face as I passed everyone by. I had this thing I’d do. I’d start out peddling really fast on the uphill side of the bridge. Then, by the time I got to the top and could coast, I could see the whole town and the river and everything. The wind on my face and the way everything looked gave me waves of tingles that rushed through my body.

It was the most amazing feeling and felt like I was on top of the whole world.

It felt like everything around me—the water, the sky, the buildings, the other people—they were all moving through me and I was just there to experience it all. I know it doesn’t sound like much, but it felt so amazing to me and put me in a super good mood.

Unfortunately, today I had a delivery on the North side of downtown Portville. That meant that the pedestrian bridge was kind of out of the way, so I took the Buckthorn bridge.

And that was where I was almost smashed to smithereens by the yelling dude.

I watched his red face glare at me as he made his turn—right in front of me—then continued on my way. I decided I wasn’t going to let him ruin my morning. As I peddled through the busy streets, I kept my eyes peeled for suddenly-opening car doors, and people walking out into the street in the middle of the block. Then I wove my way to a huge building of condos just past Old Town.

When I reached the building, I threw one leg over my bike and hit the brakes, coming to a stop and jumping off right in front of a bank of bike racks. Portville was a super bike friendly town and you could find a good place to lock your bike just about anywhere. And this morning I definitely had to lock my bike up. The envelope in my bag specifically said hand delivery, which meant I couldn’t just drop it with the receptionist. I had to go all the way up to the office on the twentieth floor and deliver it in person.

I looked up at the tall building with ‘The Marguerite’ written across the entrance in smooth, metal letters. It looked like a residential tower, which surprised me. I’d never delivered to anything but businesses before, and the envelope even said it was going to an office suite.

“Hey,” I said to the woman sitting behind the reception desk in the silent lobby. I jumped a little at the echo of my own voice, then spoke a little lower. “I have a delivery for … Cameron Styles,” I said, reading off the large envelope.

“I can take that,” she said with an outstretched hand.

No, sorry, I gotta hand deliver it. See?” I said, pointing to the label. “It says right here … Must be delivered in person. Signature required.”

“That’s fine,” the woman said, pushing a big three-ringed binder toward me. “You’ll have to sign in, then. Cameron Styles is on the penthouse floor. I’ll unlock that floor on the elevator from here, so when you get on, just hit P and it’ll take you right up. Then when the elevator opens, you’ll see the glass doors with his name straight ahead.”

I filled in my name and the time, then looked back up. “Okay, thanks.”

I turned and walked through the silent lobby, my sneakers squeaking with each step. On my left were a bunch of white couches and chairs that looked like they’d never been sat in. Above them were abstract paintings on the walls seemed cold and strange.

Just when I got to the elevator, the doors opened and a man in a suit stepped off. When his eyes landed on me, I could tell he immediately decided that I was one of the working-class people who passed through the building, but didn’t live there. He moved past me without smiling, and as I pushed P and the elevator doors closed, I heard the woman at the front desk talk to him like he was a movie star or something.

I sure as hell didn’t get that kind of greeting from her.

The elevator took me up quickly, and before I knew it, the doors opened and I was standing in front of a glass wall that looked into an almost empty room. Cameron Styles was scrawled across in a fancy, italic font, with CEO, Styles Investments, LLC written underneath.

I realized that the glass wall was actually two huge doors, and when I pushed lightly one of them, it opened up on its own. I walked in and looked around. There was a glass desk with a thin monitor on a metal stand sitting on top, but no phone or keyboard. It reminded me of a deserted futuristic building in some sci-fi movie.

But the weird thing was, in total contrast to the coldness of the room, the scent in the air was unbelievable. It was a combination of the most cozy, comforting smells I could think of. A soft leather couch, a forest of pine trees, a cup of hot cocoa, and even a little bit of vanilla. I wanted to curl up in a corner and inhale the scent all day.

No one seemed to be around, so I walked in a little further, checking out the view. One entire wall of the room was windows and looked out on the entire downtown area. It was incredible.

“May I help you?” a woman’s voice said from behind me. When I turned around, I was surprised to see an actual lady smiling at me. This whole place was so cold and sterile—except for the incredible scent that filled the room—and for a second, I’d actually been expecting to be greeted by some sort of grim-faced robot.

It took me a second to snap out of my stupor. “Hi … yeah … I have a delivery for Cameron Styles.”

“I can take that,” she said. “Do you need me to sign for it?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, fumbling around as I took the envelope out of my bag. “Uh … right here is fine.”

The woman signed her name on the line I pointed to, and I ripped off the delivery receipt. I glanced up at her and she was still smiling at me. She seemed really nice and I kind of wished I could just hang out there for a while and check out the view some more. Plus, I couldn’t get enough of that amazing, woodsy scent.

I kept telling my feet to move and my hand to give the lady the envelope, but I just couldn’t get any part of my body to cooperate. I was even starting to feel a stirring in my pants, which was freaking insane. I was on a job and I wasn’t even into women. I had no idea what was making me feel so weird, but luckily the nice lady didn’t seem to notice.

Just as I was about to open my mouth and apologize for taking so long, I heard a voice and turned my head to see a man in a dark suit come out of a door that I hadn’t noticed before.

“Janine, I need these to be sent out in today’s mail.”

The man was tall and well-built and he looked like he might as well have been modeling the suit he was wearing, because it fit him perfectly. I could tell by the few grays in his dark hair that he was older, but even with that, he could have easily been a model.

And he was all alpha.

He’d taken a few steps into the room, but suddenly froze in place. He still held the stack of envelopes in his hand, but his eyes zeroed in on me.

Suddenly, that distinctive scent that was in the air when I walked into the office completely surrounded me like a warm, fuzzy blanket. The deep, rich woodsy scent with the touch of sweetness and coziness felt like it was closing in on me and whisking me away. I could feel the scent swirling around me, as if it were something real that I could touch. The scent tickled my skin and moved against it softly, causing every hair on my body to stand on end.

But that wasn’t all that was standing on end. I was suddenly rock hard as that incredible scent entered me. It was so overwhelming and distracting that I couldn’t remember where I was or what I was doing there. I could barely stand up straight, so I moved over to the glass desk to steady myself.

I’d never experienced anything like it in my life. I felt hypnotized, not only by the overpowering scent of the man who had just entered the room, but by his piercing eyes. It was as if I’d fallen into darkness and the light in his sea blue eyes was the only thing I could see at the end of a tunnel. An incredibly strong feeling of longing inside me tugged at my heart, urging be toward the light in those eyes.

It felt like we’d both been standing there staring at each other for hours, but really it was probably just a few seconds. I saw the alpha’s mouth moving but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. His eyes were the only thing I could focus on. They were so bright and sharp, and I wanted to do anything and everything they told me to do. And I swear, the alpha’s eyes were telling me to come to him.

I kept thinking, Just take me now. Please, take me now. I couldn’t move my mouth to form the words, so I just pleaded with my eyes. I begged him to take me right there and then. But he didn’t. My brain screamed NO! when he turned and walked back through the door.

In my haze I heard the woman say, “Yes, Mr. Styles,” then felt I hands squeeze both of my arms.

That was Cameron Styles? The alpha that had just left me in this state? I repeated his name over and over in my head, and each time I said the words, a wave of tingles flooded through me. I finally realized the woman was still gripping my arms and it took every ounce of strength I had to look away from the closed door where he had disappeared.

“Are you okay?” the woman asked. “Do you need a glass of water?”

When my eyes finally moved so that they were looking at hers, I snapped back to reality—or as close to reality as I could be in that moment. I suddenly realized there was sweat pouring down my face and back and my mouth had gone completely dry.

I looked down at the envelope that was still in my hand and it was shaking. My whole body was shaking. I was afraid I was going to fall over so I continued to grip the edge of the desk. “I don’t know,” I said, bringing my hand up to my forehead and feeling how slick it was with moisture. “I feel a little funny.”

I tried to look back up at the woman, but my vision was starting to fade and I instinctively lowered my head, hoping to avoid blacking out.

“I’m going to take you to the guest room,” the woman said. “You can rest there for a little while.”

I tried to say something. I wanted to let her know that I was fine, that I would be back to normal in a few minutes. I’d never been sick a day in my life. I’d had broken bones, but I’d never passed out or gotten a fever like this. Never.

But I couldn’t get my mouth to form any words. All that came out was an undignified whimper as I felt the incredibly sensitive head of my cock rub up against the fabric of my jeans. I suddenly hoped that wherever the woman was taking me wasn’t very far away, because, even in my half-conscious state, I was completely humiliated by the fact that my body seemed to be so out of control.

My very first thought was low blood sugar. But I had eaten breakfast, so it couldn’t be that. Then I wondered if maybe I had been exposed to some kind of bug. But now that I could feel the wetness in between my legs, and the constant throbbing of my cock, I knew that I was going into heat.

But this wasn’t like any heat I’d ever experienced in my life. I’d seen this sort of thing before, though. Sometimes my mom would be laid up for an entire week. She would tell me that she was fine, but her moans and screams during that week always scared the hell out of me.

She would usually call her sister to come stay with us during those times and I was always amazed by how aunt Jenna could just sit there so stoically, crocheting on her afghan, while my mother sounded like she was being tortured in the other room.

She always came out of it fine, though. Exhausted and usually a little skinnier, but fine.

I wondered if that’s what was going to happen to me. If I was going to be screaming and moaning and clawing at the headboard for the next week like my mom used to. And if that was the case, I had to get out of there as soon as possible.

“No, please…” I mumbled as I felt myself falling onto the softest bed I’d ever been on in my life. I didn’t even remember walking to another room. I was just suddenly there, floating on fluffy softness, with that alpha’s incredible scent permeating everything my skin touched. I turned over and looked up at the kind eyes of the woman. “Please, I have to get home. I’m going into heat…”

“I know, sweetie.” The woman pushed my damp hair back off my face and smiled. “I think you’re going to be here for a little while,” she said. “Just try to relax. I’ll get you a cold washcloth. And I’ll leave some food and water right here next to the bed for you,” she said, touching the nightstand. “And if you need anything this is an intercom button. Just press it and start talking. I’ll hear you. If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask.”

The woman started to stand up, but I grabbed her arm. “I can’t stay here. I need to go home. Or back to work. I’ll lose my job.” I was trying to be emphatic. I wanted to convey to her how important it was that I leave as soon as possible. This was all so humiliating, and I couldn’t bear the thought of going into heat in this penthouse. But I was suddenly so weak that my voice barely came out above a whisper. “I can’t be here while I’m …”

“Honey,” she said, running her hand across my hair again. “You can’t go out there in this condition. You need to be somewhere safe right now, and this is the safest place you could possibly be.”

I didn’t have the strength to argue with her anymore. My eyes were involuntarily closing as my body started to thrust itself into the soft mattress. It was so embarrassing not having any control over what I was doing, but my body obviously didn’t seem to care. It just wanted the release that it had been craving ever since I laid eyes on that alpha.

I felt a cool, wet washcloth on my head, then heard the sound of the door closing. I opened my eyes a sliver to make sure the woman was gone, then unzipped my jeans and wrapped my fingers around my impossibly hard cock.

As I lay there, pumping myself and trying to alleviate the aching need inside me, all I could picture were those eyes. It didn't matter if my own eyes were open or closed, I could see the alpha as if he were hovering over me, his sparkling blue eyes burning into me, watching me make myself come.

I came quickly but was immediately hard again. After the fifth release, the muscles in my body finally relaxed enough so that I could try to drift off to sleep. I’d hoped that the ache would be eased a bit by now, but it only seemed to intensify. My body’s needs just weren’t satisfied. Every cell inside me was still screaming to be filled with the seed of an alpha.

But my body didn’t want just any alpha. My body knew exactly which one it wanted.

But not him, I thought. It can’t be him.

He was obviously one of the richest and most powerful men in the city. He was handsome and wealthy and absolutely perfect. And I was nobody. Just a bike messenger who lived in a shitty group home. A pathetic omega who went into heat in his office, making a complete fool out of myself in his presence.

And as I lay there, gasping for breath and writhing around on the soft, expensive sheets, I was filled with a feeling of dread that I would never be able to satisfy the longing inside me. The deep, aching need for Cameron Styles, the alpha who’s scent completely possessed me.



Chapter 2


Cameron



I shut the door to my office behind me and leaned against it while I tried to catch my breath. My heart was pounding against my chest and I could feel myself getting uncomfortably hot.

What the hell was that?

I reached up and loosened my tie, then undid the top button of my shirt. But that didn’t even come close to easing the symptoms my body was going through in that moment. My skin was tingling, my throat was dry, and I every hair on my body was standing on end. Not only that, my cock was as hard as a rock. I took off my jacket and threw it on the leather couch in my office, then pulled the shirt tails out of my pants and unbuttoned it the rest of the way, exposing my chest to the cool air.

This was ridiculous. I was in my office at nine a.m. on a cool spring morning and I was burning up. I walked over to the wall of windows behind my desk and looked out. I tried to clear my head by taking deep breaths but all I could think about was that omega. All I could smell was his scent.

I inhaled deeply and realized, in the few minutes I’d been out in the reception area, that omega’s scent had already become embedded in my shirt. I stood there for a moment, inhaling the most incredible array of fruity-floral scents that lingered in the cotton fibers of my shirt, then opened my eyes and ripped it off of me, tossing it to the ground.

I hadn’t reacted to an omega like this since … since Gregory … my deceased partner. I’d avoided coming into contact with omegas for the last three years for this exact reason, but somehow one of them wandered into my office. But it wasn’t just any omega. The omega whose scent collided with my alpha senses was one who seemed to have an overpowering effect on me.

Standing there in my office, completely bare-chested, I was still on fire. I needed to do something to cool down and to wash the omega’s scent away. Immediately.

I entered the bathroom just off my office and stripped down completely. I turned the water on in the glass-walled shower and stepped under the stream. The first burst was ice cold, which I welcomed, but then it started to warm up and I didn’t make a move to change the temperature.

As the water heated and cascaded down my body, that tingling sensation pulsated through me again. I could feel little rivers of water tickle every inch of my skin. Parts that hadn’t been touched in far too long. And in my mind, I pictured that young omega in the reception area. Obediently kneeling before me, his velvety tongue lapping at me as he took me in. His mouth greedily sucking harder and harder, sending waves of pleasure flooding through me.

I groaned out loud at the image of his eyes looking up at me from below, while my cock disappeared inside his mouth.

This was insane. I hadn’t felt an ounce of desire for so long I’d forgotten what it felt like. Losing the love of your life can do that to you.

But even when the mourning period was over, and I had entertained the idea of picking someone up just for sex, I still hadn’t been able to get excited enough to actually do anything about it. Not for three long years.

In this last year, I’d gotten dressed up more than once with the intention of going out to a club and picking up a random omega, just so that I feel something for another man again. But when it really came down to it, the idea of leaving my apartment for any reason at all had suddenly become impossible. Terrifying, actually. But when I thought back, it wasn’t so sudden. It was three long years of guilt and sadness and fear that left me barely able to face the outside world.

It wasn’t long after Gregory’s death that I moved my entire office into my penthouse condo. All there was to the business was me and my assistant, Janine, along with the files and my invaluable list of contacts. And having the entire penthouse level to myself meant that there was plenty of room for me to work and for Maggie and me to live.

Having everything in one place meant that I rarely had to go anywhere. My office was just down the hall from my living room, my gym down another, and anything I wanted could be delivered or picked up by my assistant, Janine.

It had been months since I’d come into contact with anyone outside of this complex, and it was a shock to not only see that young omega standing there in my reception area, but to also realize the effect he was having on me. Or, rather, the effect we were having on each other.

I could see it in his eyes, the desperate need and intense desire that had almost instantly consumed him when I walked into the room. It was intoxicating seeing the effect I had on him. But what was even more intoxicating was his scent. That intensely sweet aroma that hit me out of thin air and meant only one thing.

An omega in heat.

But this omega’s scent was different from any other I’d experienced. His was pure and clean and filled with an effervescence that seemed to dance off of my skin and senses. Almost like I could smell it and feel it. It was incredible. So hypnotic and tantalizing. The second his scent invaded me, my vision narrowed to a pinpoint and he was the sole focus of my attention.

But now that I’d escaped from the closeness of the reception area and his heavy scent in the air, I knew what had happened. I had merely had a hormonal reaction that led to a physiological response. My alpha hormones behaved as any would under those circumstances. The omega’s heat overwhelmed me momentarily. That’s all it was.

But no matter how much I tried to rationalize the event, I couldn’t get that omega out of my head. I stood there for a full fifteen minutes with my eyes closed, letting the hot water cascade down my body and loosen the muscles that had tightened up. I thought about everything I could. Stock quotes I was presenting at an upcoming financial meeting, the menu items from a restaurant where I regularly ordered delivery, the lyrics to a catchy pop song I’ve heard coming from the radio in the kitchen every morning. But nothing helped.

All I could think about was that omega, and his beautiful, sweet eyes.

And when I pictured them, I couldn’t stop the waves of intensity from rushing through my body. I couldn’t stop the pressure that was building up in my twitching cock.

I tried more distractions. Sporting events, movies, boring conversations in board rooms … anything. But no matter what I did, nothing made those incredible eyes go away. Nothing I thought of could take away the vision of the way that young omega reacted to me.

The way we reacted to each other.

I didn’t want to think about what that might mean. I just couldn’t go there. I couldn’t let myself feel those feelings.

Not again.

As I stood under the stream of hot water, one hand against the tile wall and the other finding my hard shaft, I cursed myself for being so weak. But that didn’t stop me. My body was crying out for the omega and there was nothing I could do to stop the inevitable release.

I slowly stroked myself, playing that moment when I first laid eyes on him over and over again—remembering his eyes, his body, his scent. The sweetest summer flowers and fruit at the height of perfect ripeness.

That’s what he was. Perfectly ripe and waiting to be consumed … devoured by me.

The memory of those innocent eyes invaded me until I couldn’t hold back any longer. A smile shot across my face and hot streams of water continued to trickle down my body as the heat burning inside me was released.

I laughed out loud, falling back against the tile wall, then opened my eyes and stared into the steamy room. I hadn’t felt anything like that in so long. Pure joy in the thought of being with another man.

I felt giddy thinking about how interesting it was that he happened to come into my office just at that moment. How we were brought together and experienced something so intense and visceral.

But then reality quickly came crashing down around me. I turned off the shower, stepped out and dried off, then pulled on my pants and went into my office.

I looked at the shirt on the floor. There was no way I could put that back on. I could smell the omega’s scent from where I was standing. I couldn’t risk being tempted like that again.

“Janine,” I said as I pressed the intercom button.

“Yes, sir,” she replied.

“Can I please see you in here?”

The door opened immediately, and my assistant stepped into the room.

“I need a new shirt. Another jacket and a pair of pants too.”

“Right away.”

“Please take that out of here,” I said, pointing to the crumpled shirt on the floor. “And the jacket on the chair.”

Janine picked up the clothing and turned to leave, but I couldn’t let her go without asking what she knew about him. “Who was that?”

“He’s a bike messenger. I called down to the front desk and got his name. Daniel Jacobs. He was delivering the title to the Freeport warehouse. The envelope is on your desk.”

I looked across the room and saw the manila envelope. “Thank you, Janine,” I said, glancing back at her. “And did you put him in the guest room?”

“Yes, he’s in bed right now. He’s probably going to need to stay there for a few days, at least.”

I took a deep breath. Somehow knowing that he was in the condo made me simultaneously relieved and incredibly anxious. “That’s fine. Give him as long as he needs. I don’t want him going outside in the state he’s in. That could be very dangerous.”

“Of course. I made sure he has everything he needs and knows how to use the intercom. I’ll check on him in a little while.”

“Thank you very much, Janine. I …” I stood there for a moment, not really sure what I was wanting to say. I turned toward the window and ran a hand through my hair, trying to get a grip on myself. “This whole experience has thrown me off a little. I guess I’m having a hard time getting my head back on straight. Can you make sure he stays on that end of the condo? I don’t know how much more of his scent I can take. It still seems to be permeating the reception office. It’s even in this room.”

“I completely understand, Cam. I’ll air out the office immediately. To be honest, I can’t smell a thing, but I could tell you were both having a very strong reaction … to each other.”

I turned back around to face Janine and laughed. “Yes, it’s been a long time since I’ve smelled anything quite that strong. It was … overpowering, to say the least.” I sat down in the chair behind my desk and put my hands behind my head. “I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to get much of anything done today. The morning is pretty much shot. I thought I might have Maggie in here for lunch. Where is she now?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Cam. Maggie is at an appointment. I’m not sure if it’s a class or a play date, but she’ll be out until this afternoon.”

“Okay, that’s fine. I’ll see her tonight, then. I’ll just have to find some other way to clear my head. Thank you for all your help, Janine.”

“Of course. I’ll get that shirt for you,” she said, gesturing to my bare chest.

I smiled and put my arms down. “Sorry about that. I’d completely forgotten.”

“No problem,” she said with a smile. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.” Janine turned and walked across the carpeted room silently, then closed the door, and I was left alone again with my thoughts.

Thoughts that were consumed with that omega, Daniel Jacobs.



Chapter 3


Daniel



I woke up to a bright light filtering in through a tall wall of windows. I lay there for a long moment, trying to figure out what position the sun was in. It suddenly struck me that it was morning light coming in.

I tried to sit up but was so weak that I could only stay up if I kept an arm underneath me. And even then, I was barely a foot off the pillow.

I couldn’t believe I’d spent the entire day and night passed out in this room. I looked around and none of it was familiar. I remembered falling onto the soft bed, and I remembered the face of the woman who brought me in here, but that was all.

Then I sucked my breath in sharply. That wasn’t all I remembered. Those eyes, and the way they made my entire body tremble. The alpha’s scent too. And I could still smell it, so I knew I was still surrounded by that alpha’s possessions.

Everything around me had been touched by him at some point and was permeated with his essence. Just the thought of it made me hard, and I moaned at the idea of having to relieve myself again. I was raw from all the times I’d already made myself come.

I heard a soft knock at the door and tried to speak but my throat was dry. I grabbed the bottle of water on the nightstand and just as I took a big swig, the door opened a little.

“Daniel?” a woman’s voice asked. “Can I come in?”

I swallowed, trying to push myself further up on my elbow but promptly falling onto my back. I didn’t even have the strength to sit up part way. “Y-yes,” I croaked. I cleared my throat and tried again. “You can come in.”

The door opened all the way and the woman I remembered from the office came in with a tray. She smiled and set it down on a long dresser that stood against the wall across from the foot of the bed. “How are you doing?” she asked. “You really had us worried.”

I pushed myself backward so that my head was propped up against the pillow and the headboard. “I’m so sorry. I have no idea why I ... What I mean is … nothing like that has ever happened before. I’m so embarrassed—”

“Please," the woman said as she approached the bed. “There’s no need to apologize. And you have nothing to be embarrassed about. These things happen,” she said, gesturing vaguely to the room. I wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that. Intense heats might happen to other people, like my mother. But they didn’t happen to me.

“I can’t believe I slept all day and night,” I said, looking out the window. “I’ll get out of your hair soon.” I continued to try to push myself up, but the muscles in my body were incredibly fatigued. My arms flopped around at my sides like a rag doll.

The woman looked at me with a puzzled smile. “You’ve been here longer then one day, Daniel.”

“Really? How long have I been here?"

“Well, you’ve been in this bed for two days and two nights. You slept for a lot of that time, but I know you’ve been awake off and on. I brought you water and food, and although you haven’t touched any of the food, you did drink all the water, which, I’m sure your body is thankful for right about now.”

I’ve been in this room for two days? I can’t believe it." I tried to think back and I did remember drinking water, but it hadn’t even occurred to me that all those sips happened over the span of two days.

In my mind I’d taken a drink every couple of hours, sometimes guzzling over half the bottle. But it hadn’t even occurred to me that somehow the water bottle was always full each time I grabbed it. And I’d completely forgotten all the times I downed the entire thing, completely finishing it off before passing out again.

I looked back up at the woman and she was still smiling in a kind way that made me feel a little bit better.

“I brought you some food. I hope you’re ready to eat something this morning.”

“I’m ravenous.”

“I can imagine,” she said with a laugh. “And I also imagine you’d really like to take a bath and have the sheets changed.”

I pushed myself up a little further as the woman brought the tray of food and set it down across my lap. “Oh, no. I really have to go. I couldn’t possibly impose on you or …” I paused for a moment, remembering the alpha and his eyes. “… Mr. Styles any longer. I need to call the company I work for. I’m sure they think I’ve completely jumped ship."

“You still look awfully weak to me, Daniel. I don’t know if it’s a good idea for you to go out while you’re still in this condition. In fact, I’m sure Mr. Styles would insist that you stay here for at least another day."

“He knows I’m …”

Yes,” the woman said as she walked into a bathroom and turned on the light. “He is fully aware of your predicament, and he knows how dangerous it would be for you to leave with your scent as intensified as it is right now."

I sat there for a moment, staring at the tray of food. The utter humiliation of how the heat slammed into me in front of Cameron Styles came flooding back and I could feel my entire body burning up in embarrassment. “Can you smell … what I mean is … do you …” I stammered incoherently, then stopped myself. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember your name.”

“It’s Janine. And no, I can’t register the scent of an omega. I’m a beta. I’m Mr. Styles assistant. He prefers to be surrounded by people who he can trust to be predictable. People who won’t catch him off guard or give him any surprises. I think you really knocked him for a loop."

While I listened to Janine talk about Cameron Styles and how I ‘knocked him for a loop,’ I shoveled a giant mouth full of eggs and sausage into my mouth, then washed it down with the most amazing orange juice I’d ever tasted. Everything Janine brought me tasted amazing. I closed my eyes as I took a gulp of sweet, milky coffee. It was perfect.

“Let me draw you a bath while you finish eating, then while you’re getting yourself cleaned up I’ll change the sheets. I’m sure they could use it."

“Okay,” I said, sheepishly. It felt odd discussing such an intimate event so candidly. But this woman didn’t seem phased at all by the fact that I had just gone through two days of full-blown heat.

I heard Janine start the bath as I continued to eat. When she came back out into the room, she picked up the clothes that I’d kicked off me at some point in the last two days and put them in a wicker basket. “I’ll get these washed too.”

I gave her a weak smile and finished my juice. I felt odd asking about her employer, but I was dying to know more about that tall man with the piercing eyes. “So, you’re Mr. Styles assistant?”

“Yes.”

“Do you live here?”

“No,” she said, sitting down on a huge chair. “I have my own place not far away.”

“Does Mr. Styles live here?”

“Yes. This is his home and his office.”

“Yeah, I thought it was weird that I was delivering to a residential tower. This place seems pretty huge.”

“It is a rather large condo. It takes up the entire top floor of the building.”

“Wow,” I said, trying to imagine an apartment that big. I pushed the tray away and sat up a bit more. “Thank you so much. I feel a lot better.”

“Are you ready for your bath?” she asked. “Go ahead and get in and I’ll take care of this.” She picked up the tray and I slid out from under the sheets.

Sinking into the hot bath water was amazing. I wasn’t sure if it was the heat or what, but all my senses seemed to be overexcited. The food and the hot water and even the faint scent of Cameron Styles in everything, it all made me woozy and giddy. I lay back in the water and closed my eyes, wishing this could be my life.

“So, this is your first time having an intense heat like this?” Janine asked from the other room.

“Yeah. I’ve never had one like this before. I thought maybe I was sick at first.”

Not having my mom around to talk to ever since I started going into heat made me feel like I was missing out on some vital piece of information, especially now that I knew that I was experiencing the same thing she had. And as odd as it felt asking a complete stranger questions of this nature, I couldn’t help myself. I’d wanted someone to talk to for a long time.

“How do you know so much about intense heats if you’re a beta?” I asked, relaxing a little more and letting the heat from the water soak into my sore muscles.

“I have omegas in my family. My omega father, of course, and a sister. Sometimes it was painful to hear what they had to go through. Although I’m sure it sounded worse than it really was.”

“Yeah, my mom was the same way. Sometimes her heats would really scare me when I was a kid.”

“Didn’t she talk to you about them when you got older or explain why some omegas can have a particularly intense heat?”

“No, my parents kicked me out of the house when we found out I was an omega. I think it was mostly my dad who couldn’t stand the idea of an omega son, but my mom didn’t do much to stop him. I guess he’d always fantasized about having a big strong alpha son that took after him by playing football and going into the army. But instead, he wound up with this skinny little omega that liked to dance around the house and jump off the furniture. I can imagine how angry that made him.”

“I’m so sorry, Daniel. That’s terrible. Your status shouldn’t have made a bit of difference to your parents. Are you okay now?" Janine was standing in the doorway. She was careful to keep her distance and give me my privacy, but she seemed to be drawn closer by the conversation. I could see the reflection of her profile in the bathroom mirror as she rested against the doorjamb.

“Yeah, I’m doing pretty good. I’ve got a job and a place to live. It’s not the best, but it’s okay for now. I just hope I still have a job when I get back.”

“Well, I’ll give them a call and explain everything. It wasn’t your fault, you know that don’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess,” I said. “But if it wasn’t me, then what could it have been?”

“Daniel, there are some things that can influence a heat. The presence of particularly compatible alpha pheromones is one of them. They can cause the heats to be incredibly short and intense and knock you for a loop, like this one did.”

I looked at the side of Janine’s face in the mirror. “Really?” I asked, not entirely sure if she meant what I thought she meant. Me and Cameron Styles? Compatible?

“Yes, really. But as far as your employer is concerned we can tell them that your heat was overwhelming due to the intensity of the moment.”

I don’t know if they’re going to consider that a good enough excuse,” I said chuckling to myself. I made my voice lower and spoke through my hands to make it sound like it was coming through a loud speaker. “Daniel Jacobs needs to be excused from work due to an intense moment.”

We both laughed for a long time, then Janine set a pile of clothes on the counter. “Here are some pajamas for you to wear. I’ve changed your sheets, and I’ll take these dishes away. Oh, and I left another bottle of water on the nightstand. I’ll be in a little later with lunch. If there’s anything else you need at all, please buzz me. I’m more than happy to run anything in for you.”

“Thank you very much, Janine. You’ve been so kind."

“Think nothing of it.”

I heard Janine walk across the bedroom and close the door behind her. I sat in silence in the warm water until it started to cool, then washed myself and rinsed off. After I dried myself, I picked up the pajamas Janine had left on the counter. They were crisp cotton and had green and blue vertical stripes on both the tops and bottoms. I held them to my face and inhaled that same alpha scent the permeated everything else in the room. I wondered if these were his pajamas. I figured they had to have been, unless he kept a spare pair around for guests, which didn’t seem likely.

Before I held Cameron Styles pajamas to my face, I’d pretty much convinced myself that I was going to leave. But as I continued to inhale his scent, all I wanted to do is curl up inside them and keep breathing him in. Besides, Janine had taken all my clothes away to be washed.

I decided I’d look pretty ridiculous walking down the street in striped pjs, so I put them on and crawled back into bed. I smiled as I snuggled in between the clean sheets and got cozy. As awkward as it felt to be in someone else’s house while I was going through an intense heat, I also felt like the luckiest guy in the world. I had two complete strangers who were looking out for me and taking care of me. I hadn’t felt anything like this since I was a little kid and I drifted to sleep with a smile on my face.


***


The next morning, even with Janine’s protests, I insisted that I had to go. I knew I was going to be in trouble at work and I at least wanted to make sure I could get a good reference if they canned me.

I was still a little wiped out after I ate and got dressed, and I sat on the bed for a while to get up the energy to leave. Janine had left the door slightly ajar and told me she’d be back in a moment to show me out. But suddenly a small eye appeared in the open space. One that was only about three and a half feet off the ground.

The door pushed open and a beautiful little girl stood there with a doll in her hand. “Hi,” she said as she walked right in. “I’m Maggie.” She clearly wasn’t the shy type.

“Hi, Maggie. I’m Daniel. And who’s this?” I asked, gesturing to her doll.

“This is Catherine. She’s my best friend in the whole world.”

“She’s very pretty.”

“Do you want to hold her?” she asked, thrusting her doll toward me.

I smiled and held out my hands and Maggie handed me her doll. I put her next to my chest and cradled her in one of my arms. “What a sweet little girl. And she has blue eyes, just like you.” I wondered if Maggie’s eyes were the same color as Cameron Styles because he was her father. But I didn’t want to ask.

“Catherine likes you,” Maggie said, leaning against my leg and resting her head on my knee. “She’s very happy right now.”

“Awww, I’m glad. I’m really happy right now too.” I brushed Maggie’s bangs out of her eyes and she looked up at me. Those were the same sea blue eyes. She had to be his daughter.

“Maggie,” Janine said as she came into the room. “You should be in the kitchen eating breakfast.”

“Okay,” Maggie said. “I guess we have to go now. Will you be here later? We could play with my other dolls!” she said, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

“I’m afraid not. I’ve got to get home.” I handed Maggie her doll and she turned to leave the room.

“Oh,” Maggie said, unable to hide her disappointment. “Will you come back again, Daniel?”

“I’m not sure,” I said, glancing up at Janine, then back down at Maggie as she headed for the door.

“Oh. I hope you can.”

“Me too,” I said under my breath.

“Bye, Daniel,” she said, holding her doll in one hand and waving at me with the other.

“Bye.”



Chapter 4


Cameron



Janine buzzed me in my office at nine a.m. to let me know that she was coming in to go over my schedule for the day. So, when she opened the door I was expecting her, but what I wasn’t expecting was the intense wafting of omega that came in with her. The second my office door opened his scent completely filled the room. I looked up at Janine and she saw the panic on my face.

“He’s gone," she said as she shut the door. “He just left."

I put my elbows on the desk in front of me and lowered my head, then rubbed my eyes and pushed my fingers through my hair. For days now, no matter what I did, I couldn’t seem to get that omega out of my head. I hadn’t been able to sleep just knowing that a young, available omega—especially one that smelled as incredible as he did—was in my condo.

“Are you okay, Cam?” Janine asked as she approached my desk.

Yeah … Yeah," I said, finally looking up at her. “His scent is just so … distracting," I said as I raised my eyebrows. More like all-consuming, I thought to myself.

“Well, I’ve sent a housekeeper in to clean the room and change the sheets. I’ll have all the windows in the condo opened up to air everything out, as well. I didn’t realize the scent was still so strong.”

“Have them wash the sheets at least three times. And the towels he used too.”

“Okay. I let him wear a pair of your pajamas. I hope that was okay.”

I groaned at the thought of his young body wrapped up in my own clothing. I had a mad impulse to run to the guest room, tearing off my clothes in the process, so I could put those same pajamas on and smell his heat at its most intense. “Yes,” I said, shaking that ridiculous thought out of my head. “And I’d like the room deep cleaned. Carpet shampooed, drapes steamed, the works. I can barely get anything done with that scent in the air.”

“Understood," she said. Janine paused for a long moment, then sat down in the chair in front of my desk. She was silent, but I could tell she had something on her mind.

Janine had been my personal assistant for over ten years, but within the last few, she’d also become my confidant and friend. My only friend, really.

Not that I didn’t have dozens of old friends and business acquaintances. My address book was filled with the names of single people and couples that Gregory and I had been friends with when he was still alive. I sent them all holiday cards, of course, but ever since he passed away, I’d let those friendships fall by the wayside.

At first, seeing the couples that we’d spent time with when he was alive, just brought back the pain of losing him and being alone. Eventually, I found comfort in spending my days working and my nights at home. Now all I could handle was almost complete solitude.

I wasn’t entirely alone, though. I had Maggie to fill my evenings and weekends, and Janine to see to my business affairs and talk to when I was lonely. That was all I really needed.

“Did you want to talk to me about something?” I asked. I wasn’t particularly interested in discussing Daniel, but I had a feeling that’s exactly what was on her mind.

“How are you doing?” Janine asked.

“I’m fine. Don’t I look fine?” I asked, wincing at the loud tone of my voice. “Sorry. I’m all right. I’m … okay I’m having a hard time with all this. It’s bringing back feelings I didn’t want to … feelings I’d hoped I wouldn’t have to deal with anymore.”

Being attracted to someone isn’t a thing to deal with, Cam. It would be good for you to have someone in your life. There’s nothing wrong with letting go of the past and moving forward.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I knew Janine was right, but there was a wall between my thoughts and my emotions that seemed way too high for me to climb over. "So, did you find anything out about him?” I asked, finally. I felt a little awkward asking her about the young omega, but she was the one that brought it up. Besides, my hormones wouldn’t let me leave the issue alone.

"Well, like I told you the other day, his name is Daniel Jacobs. He’s been working at the Portville Speedy Delivery Company for a few months. I called them yesterday to let his boss know that he was here and that he was having heat issues. He didn’t sound very pleased, but I assured him that it was beyond Daniel’s control. Other than that, I don’t have any other information. Oh … there is one thing he told me while he was in the bath."

“You talk to him while he was taking a bath?” The mental image of that firm omega body surrounded by mountains of bubbles and warm water suddenly caused my cock to twitch.

"Yes,” Janine said with a laugh. “He’s really very sweet. We wound up talking about you and about his parents."

“About me?”

“Yes, he was curious about the condo, about the fact that it was a business address but also a residence."

"Oh, is that all he wanted to know?” Jesus, I sounded like I was in high school.

“That’s all I remember. We got to talking about his mother, about her heats, and he told me that his parents had kicked him out when he presented as an omega."

“Oh, that’s awful,” I said.

“Yes, apparently he’s been living on his own for a while, but he didn’t tell me much about it.”

I hated the idea of anyone being treated so callously, let alone by their own parents. When I remembered the sweetness and that omegas eyes, it made me furious to think that anyone could do that to such a gentle creature. “Okay, well, thank you for that information, Janine. What’s on my schedule for today?”

“You’re wide open. There’s nothing scheduled until tomorrow when you have your meeting with the investment group."

“What about Maggie?”

“She has a gymnastics class this morning and a play date this afternoon with the twins on the sixteenth floor. She’ll be home before dinner, though.”

“Fine. I’ll work on my presentation for the meeting tomorrow if I can keep my head together. Please make sure the condo is aired out as soon as possible. I know I probably sound ridiculous, but it’s really getting to me.”

“Cam, I know I can’t understand completely, but I can see in your eyes how much he’s affected you. You don’t deserve to suffer like this. Neither of you do.”


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