First Street Heat (Beastverse #1)

7. Scott

7

Scott

I pull up to my brother's house ten minutes late. I already know they'll all have something to say to me about it. I check myself in the mirror and frown at my reflection.

My scruff is unruly and unkempt looking, my hair hasn't been styled in days, and I look like I haven't slept in five days. I probably haven't, but I don't need my brother and sister to see that. They'll have questions, and I don't have any answers. Well, I do, but the whole situation makes me look like a jackass.

Because you are.

Shut up, Fen.

She wanted us. Wanted to mate us. And you just had to break her little omega heart. How do we win her back, Scotty? I can fuck her into submission. She'll love it. But what are you going to do because we both know you're the one she's really mad at?

I'm going to eat this pot roast by myself if you don't shut up.

Fenrir's laugh is dark and sadistic, but he doesn't fight for control of our body.

A hand bangs on the driver's side window, causing me to jump and both of us to growl. My sister squawks something and throws her hands about wildly as we snarl at her from the car. I shut it off when she's done screeching and when I can finally settle the rumble in my chest.

"Thanks for letting us know you were coming, ass." My sister shoves me in the shoulder as soon as I get out. "You look like shit."

"Thanks," I mumble and rub where she hit me because she likes to pretend she's strong enough to hurt an alpha. "Where's Sam and Janie?"

"Out back." Sarah starts walking around the side of the house. "You sounded out of your mind when you called to say you might not be here the other day, so Sam thought it'd be best to be outside in case you were stinking up the place. Which, by the way, you are."

I pull my shirt up to my nose and take a deep inhale. Vanilla, honey, sweet sugary deliciousness. My sister hits me again, and I realize I'm once again being an ass and just releasing all of my pheromones. Sarah jogs ahead of me and comes back before I can get to the outdoor table with a can of neutralizer.

" Spray that on me, and I will disembowel every man you ever bring to dinner. "

Sarah lets the can fall from her hands immediately and looks up at me like she wants to smack me. Yeah, I deserve it, so I don't even move to stop her. Not that she would actually ever do that to me. She's a good sister, and I'm the shitty one letting Fenrir talk about disemboweling any suitors she brings.

She opens her mouth to say something, but Sam's right behind her, putting a hand on her shoulder and guiding her back to the table.

Sarah's a beta. She doesn't understand the mood swings, the hormonal changes, or any of the other stuff alphas and omegas have to go through. Not that I ever want her to understand it because I don't, but I know sometimes it causes a rift between us.

Like right now, when she thinks she's being kind, and I threaten her. Normally, I appreciate it when she sprays down my stink, but she doesn't understand an omega that I really like coated me in her smell. There's no way I'm washing myself until absolutely necessary.

I stay near the back fence, counting the number of lines in the grain. Sam will come to get me when tensions have calmed down. He's always been the mediator between Sarah, Fenrir, and me. It helps that he scent matched Janie when she revealed as an omega.

They'd been dating all through high school and their first year of college before they knew she was an omega. She perfumed the first time at a family dinner, and Sam all but mounted her in front of all of us. I hadn't matured into an alpha yet, Fenrir wasn't around, and Sarah was only like thirteen. Thankfully, our parents hauled them off to a room before they could strip each other and ruin any chance of ever having family dinner again.

"You can't come to family dinner after you've assisted in heats," Sam says, standing next to me. "We don't judge what you do, and we know your work is needed, but coming here smelling like this, you know it weirds out Sarah."

"I didn't assist in a heat." I rub my hands over my face. "I can't go home right now, and I can't get rid of her smell. So, I'll eat over here away from you if that's okay with you guys. I just can't be alone right now, or Fenrir will track her down."

"Scott, you smell like an omega in heat has been rubbing up on you." Sam crosses his arms in front of his chest. "Is she important to you?"

"She came to the clinic for help." I blow out a long exhale, trying to figure out how to say it all without sounding like a douchebag.

Can't.

"She requested Fenrir, like some omegas do, you know?" I shrug my shoulders. I'm not ashamed of what I do. I help omegas without mates or with mates who couldn't give less of a shit about them. "I saw her picture, and I knew she was ours. Like we were both more in agreement than we've ever been about anything."

"So what's the problem?"

"She came to the clinic for help with her heat, not to be mauled by a beast who was determined we were going to claim her." I throw my hands up. "So, I knocked her out and put her in a medically induced coma for five days and sat in the fucking nest she built for us and held her the entire time."

Sam finally turns his eyes to me. He's pissed. No more than pissed. If I didn't have Fenrir, his hands would be on me right now, beating the life out of me.

Omegas are a treasure. Sure, some alphas don't see them that way, but my brother is not one of those alphas. If anything, he worships the ground Janie walks on and uses his place as an alpha to bring awareness to the impact alphas can have on omegas when they're being dicks. Point and case, me, right now, who was just a super asshole to an omega.

Let him kill you. You deserve it.

"Please tell me you didn't put an omega that very clearly wanted you in a coma for her heat?" Sam's asking even though he knows that's exactly what I did.

Heats can be absolute torture for an omega. The comas help, but it's still war on their bodies and can have negative impacts on their mental well-being if they're not stimulated outside of their heat frequently.

"She came to me for help." I try to defend myself. "You know how strong we are. I thought she was doing it because we wanted her so badly. I thought I was doing right by her."

Sam's face softens, and he turns back to stare at the fence. I'm sure Sarah and Janie are listening to our conversation, or at least my half, since I'm way louder than I need to be. They're all going to ask me to leave family dinner at this rate.

"So, she wanted you?" Sam keeps me talking when I get quiet. "You sure it's not just your pheromones still?"

"She apologized for scent matching me and making me uncomfortable." I lean my head against the wooden posts and close my eyes.

Sam's going to kill me. I mean, now's the time because Fenrir's perfectly happy with another alpha killing us and putting us out of our misery.

"Fucking hell." Sam claps me on the shoulders and pulls me back to the table. "You're a moron. Janie, baby, will you get him something to drink? Something strong."

"He's eating dinner with us smelling like that?" Sarah wrinkles her nose in my direction, but I try my best to ignore it.

Fenrir doesn't. He snarls and growls loud enough for it to bubble in my chest. Janie runs off to get me something clear and strong. I chug it as soon as she sets it down in front of me, and then she pulls the bottle out from behind her back with a smile.

"Scott found his mate and then messed it up so badly he may no longer have a mate." Sam laughs when Fenrir takes over for a second and stabs the table with a fork. "How do you feel about it, Fen?"

I press my lips into a tight line because I don't want Fenrir out right now when we're both so emotional, but he's not dangerous. Not to anyone here. If anything, he'll kill us just because he wants to kill me so badly.

"I'll let him out, but if he tries to strangle us to death, you stop him." I try to add some humor to my voice, but it's pretty clear to everyone at the table that Fenrir and I are not on good terms. I close my eyes, huff, and Fenrir's taking over. Ripping the fork out of the table, he stabs a hunk of pot roast and starts eating.

" Haven't eaten real food in so long, " he says when he sees the others staring at us, which is true. We've been living off snacks from the heat clinic and a few sandwiches Bailey forced us to eat. " It was my turn for pot roast anyway. Janie makes the best pot roast. " He gives her a wink, which has Sam growling a warning to him.

"Don't start shit, Fen." Sam warns. "We're curious how you're doing with the whole Scott putting your omega in a coma thing."

"Scott did what?" Sarah balks at the comment, and I cringe internally while Fenrir flashes her a devilish smile.

" He put our mate in a coma instead of knotting her because he thought we were influencing her. "

"Well, that's sweet. He was trying to be a good guy." Sarah gives me a sympathetic look because, of course, she's looking for the good in me even when I mess up. "Also, no talking of knots at the table. You know the rules."

" Sorry, you're right. " Fenrir rolls his eyes. " I was going to fuck her until the base of my cock locked into her tight cunt, and she drained every last drop of come from my balls. Yeah, that sounds much better around the table."

"Fenrir," Sam growls again, but he only laughs as the women turn red. They're all used to it, though. The beast is horny and angry. They shouldn't ask questions about sex if they don't want the graphic detail. "How are you doing now that you know she wanted you?"

" Good, I'm going to track her down and make her submit. " Fenrir shrugs his shoulders. " I almost took her in the clinic in front of everyone. She would've let me. "

"Treat your omega right, Fenrir." Janie shakes her head at him, admitting to almost mounting her in the clinic.

He's all talk. We aren't mounting her in front of anyone ever. That little omega's body is for our eyes only. No matter what Fenrir says, he doesn't have it in him to make her submit in front of others.

" She would be here now if I had my way. It's not me that you need to worry about treating her right. "

"So you're taking it about as well as we all expected you to then." Sam starts eating when it's clear Fenrir isn't going to leap out of his chair and run after Lilah right this instant. "Any plans on getting her to be with you? You already rejected her when she was most vulnerable. I doubt she's just going to spread— er, forgive you that easily."

"Oh my god, I'm eating inside!" Sarah exclaims when Sam accidentally says a no-no word at the table.

Janie follows after her to make sure she's not about to have a complete meltdown. I love Sarah, but she's ridiculous about keeping the alpha and omega talk away from the dining room table.

" If I find her before Scott does, I'm taking her. " Fenrir rips another piece of meat off his fork and chews loudly. " He'll be looking too, though. So who knows what we'll do to our little omega, but she will be ours. "

"Glad to see you're thinking rationally." Sam doesn't hide his sarcasm, but Fenrir doesn't care. He doesn't think things through. He wants something. He takes it. It's how he's always been. It's how he's always going to be. "Just promise, if she needs time to adjust to you giving her whiplash, you'll give her time."

Fenrir growls. " The omega will beg. I don't take them unless they do. "

Sam nods. We eat in silence. Well, Fenrir's chewing breaks the silence, but there's no talking. Fenrir fishes another chunk of meat out of the crock pot and starts to dig into it when Sam pushes his plate away and relaxes in his seat.

"I'm proud of you, Fen."

Fenrir narrows his eyes on our brother like he's suspicious of the compliment. He bites another chunk of meat and chews while waiting for Sam to tell us he's joking.

"I'm being serious," Sam laughs like he can read our mind. "You two are idiots, but you're idiots with good intentions. I hope your omega sees that."

Fenrir smiles and nods, probably the closest he'll get to thanking Sam for saying something nice to us. The women never return, so Fenrir finishes off the last of the pot roast and then polishes off the remainder of the vodka.

We're too trashed to drive home, so we stay the night in Sam's backyard since they don't want us stinking up their house. We can't be trusted to be on our own anyway right now. Not when we know our little omega is out there probably thinking about us, too.