Uncontrollable Heat
Author
Megan Blake
Reads
đ„14.8M
Chapters
95
Olivia is a rare thing in the werewolf world: a packless omega. She enjoys her simple life hiding among the humans, pretending sheâs just a normal woman with no primal urges she has to constantly fight. Things are working out great until she agrees to cover her friendâs shift at the hospital and comes face-to-face with a woundedâand incredibly hotâalpha who turns her insides to jelly.
Age Rating: 18+
Night Shift
âLiv, can you grab more gauze before you take a break?â
âSure thing.â
Olivia pulled her hair back into a ponytail as she moved away from the patientâs bed. Her hair, dark as midnight, fell around her shoulders.
The most recent patient, a drunk whoâd put up quite a fight, had left her looking like sheâd been through a war zone.
She ran her fingers through her hair, pulling it back up into a tight ponytail. Working the night shift in the ER didnât leave much time for breaks.
But she was reaching her limit. She needed a moment to herself. Tonight was proving to be a challenge.
She was in heat.
Her skin felt clammy, her nerves were frayed, and everything seemed to set her off. She despised the vulnerability it brought out in her, the neediness.
The scent of blood.
The overly flirtatious drunk menâŠ
It was all getting to her. At least they were all human.
She rubbed her forehead, trying to alleviate the headache that was forming.
Clear thinking was becoming a struggle.
She needed to get the gauze, then some fresh air. She could handle this. She could make it through the night. Then sheâd go home and deal with the urges that had been tormenting her all night. Alone.
Thatâs how she usually managed during these times. It was safer that way.
There was only one person she ever turned to for comfortâotherwise, she dealt with it on her own.
Will was her friend, and he was taken. Their one time together was a mistake she wouldnât repeat.
She wasnât like most werewolves, seeking out others of their kind. Olivia wasnât born a werewolf. She became one.
Thankfully, her interactions with other werewolves were few and far between. Will had told her that werewolves usually stayed on the outskirts of the city.
Sometimes, sheâd catch a whiff of one on the street. Her body would instantly tense up, and she knew what she had to do: run.
She always followed that instinct. Tonight was a bit riskier, though.
Butâsheâd never encountered a werewolf this deep in the city, and she was certain none of her coworkers were werewolves.
She was safe. The night was almost over.
Olivia refocused on her task, unlocking the blue metal cabinet with the key attached to her ID badge.
She grabbed as many packs of gauze as she could carry, pressing them against her chest.
After locking the cabinet, she turned around, her back against the door of the patient observation room. Thatâs when she sensed it.
An alpha.
Sheâd never encountered one before, butâher body recognized it.
As soon as the scent hit her, she froze. She could see the hospital staff, the patients, the visitors passing by, but she felt like she was in a different world.
She stood there, clutching the gauze, unable to move.
His scent was all she could smell. It clouded her mind, her body reacting as she bit her lower lip.
She crossed her legs, feeling the dampness seeping through her underwear.
No. It couldnât be.
Her heart pounded in her chest. She would have known if heâd been there earlier⊠Had he been there all along?
Sheâd been busyâŠtaking care of patients in the ER, fetching supplies.
Could she have missed it?
She always tried to prioritize her human side over her instincts.
But that musky scent was calling to her.
This was why she never worked during her heatâit made her prone to reckless decisions. Like this one. Will was the only one whoâd been around her during her heat.
Her self-control had been lacking, to say the least.
Heâd warned her. Heâd told her to stay home.
But her best friend had asked for a favor, and she couldnât say no. She owed her so much. How could she refuse this one request?
Besides, werewolves rarely showed up in the emergency room. What could possibly happen in twelve hours?
This, Olivia. This is what could happen.
She tried to swallow, her mouth dry as she licked her lips, craving moistureâany moisture other than the one soaking her underwear.
She could feel it trickling down her thighs, staining her underwear.
He was in the room next to her; she could sense it. The smell of blood and his scent were all she could focus on. Her heart pounded in her chest, her nostrils flaring.
He was getting closer. Too close.
And thenâŠ
Everything happened so quicklyâtoo quickly for her to process it.
Before she could even draw her next breath, she was thrust against the door, the force of the impact causing it to slam shut.
She blinked, and suddenly there were hands on herâeverywhere. Large, strong hands that started at her stomach and moved upwards until they were cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her uniform.
She held her breath, tilting her head back and opening her eyes. There he was. His large frame dwarfed her smaller one, his height making him seem like a giant. He had her cornered.
His blue eyes darkened as they met hers.
His gaze seemed to ignite her skin, and even the air she was breathing felt hot. She was inhaling, but it felt like she was suffocating.
It was like dying and being reborn at the same time.
His hands slammed against the door behind her, his arms forming a cage around her, trapping her.
Her lower lip trembled as she opened her mouth, wanting to say something but unable to find the words.
She had lost control during her first heatâno one had prepared her for what to expect, for the overwhelming sensations. Sheâd given her virginity to another stray, a friend.
Her limited understanding of her own kind had made her grateful for her packless status, but it also meant she was often in the dark. Since then, sheâd learned to control herself, to create a safe space.
Sometimes, the need became too intenseâunbearableâand sheâd surrender to it.
It was a need to be satisfied.
A fleeting desire.
This?
Her body was ablaze.
The only thing that could quench her thirst was him. More of his touch.
The idea of begging crossed her mind.
What the hell is wrong with me? Oh God.
She should have been scared, considering the brutal attack that had turned her into a wolf. But as he stood so close, she found herself reaching out to touch his stomach, feeling the hard muscles beneath her fingers.
She felt his nose against her throat, leaving her breathless.
Her shoulder-length black hair brushed against her skin as his lips moved along her neck, and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
His scent was earthy and muskyâlike a campfire on a cold nightâand it made her insides tighten.
She bit her lip, waiting for his next move. The anticipation in her stomach grew as his mouth found her ear.
A nibble, his sharp teeth grazing her earlobe before tugging at it.
His warm breath tickled her as he panted.
His rough fingers brushed away a strand of her hair that was sticking to her sweaty skin. They buried themselves in her hair.
He hadnât said a word to her, and yet her legs were shaking.
His scent was overpowering, and there was a strange pressure in her chest that came from his need to dominate.
She had heard about alphas, but she had never imagined what it would be like to be near one.
It shouldnât be like this⊠Sheâd been told many things, butâŠ
No one had told her it would be so overwhelming, that a single touch could make her wet.
His skin was smooth under her fingersâthough she couldnât remember when she had grabbed his broad shoulders.
Finally, he spoke, his voice like silk against her skin. âDo you belong to someone?â
His words were a whispered secret.
Belong to someone? His question echoed in her mind, and despite the heat pooling in her lower belly, she found her voice. âM-myself.â
Her answer would have been powerful if not for the tremor in her voice. But the fact that she had managed to speak at all was a victory in itself.
He laughedâa deep, rich sound that sent a shiver through her body. That alone was enough to make her clench her thighs together.
There was always pressure to find a pack, follow an alpha
She had never chosen that pathânot after what had happened to her. She had created her own pack with two friends. They were loners, misfits, but they didnât have an alpha to lead them. They took care of themselves. It was better that way.
No one to hurt you, no one to lose control.
It had led to a few surprises. Like this one. She didnât want an alpha; she certainly didnât want to sleep with one.
Alphas took what they wanted, without caring about the destruction they left in their wake.
They were selfish beasts. That wasnât for her.
But despite her determination, her nails dug into his skin, her thighs pressing together, begging for relief.
âIâll take that as a no.â
His teeth brushed against her neck, causing her to tilt her head back. âYouâd be healthier if you had an Alpha,â he said.
âI donât need one. I can handle myself.â Stand your ground.
His laughter echoed through her, leaving a lingering desire. âI know what you need, Omega.â
He doesnât know anything. But she didnât voice her thoughts. Instead, she found herself leaning into him, the word danger flashing in her mind.
âI need to leave.â
Bandages. That was her mission.
Now that her mind was clearing, she realized she had lost them in the chaos. They were definitely not in the room.
Get it together, Olivia. Itâs just an alpha. Youâve dealt with this before.
He seemed unfazed by her hesitation, his thumb gently pulling down her lower lip. âThen go,â he dared. âYou donât need anyone, right?â
Exactly. Thatâs what she would do.
Except her body didnât cooperate.
Her legs refused to move.
She couldnât break their intense eye contact.
Olivia was frozen.
âYou donât seem in a hurry to leave,â he teased, his warm breath tickling her cheek. âI think you know you need an Alphaâs help.â
Listen to him.
She could hear it. The small voice inside her, the one she often ignored. It was her inner wolf, the one she had denied for years. The one that urged her to follow a path that wasnât hers.
She was human first.
Olivia didnât care that the moon influenced her, that animal instincts guided her. She had lived sixteen years as a human. She couldnât just discard that.
She had only been a wolf for six yearsâit didnât compare. No. She wasnât doing thisâwhatever this was. She didnât know this man. She didnât know his nameâhe was a stranger.
âIâm going to kiss you.â
It wasnât a questionâit was a statement.
A warning, perhaps?
She didnât move, she couldnât. His voice was authoritative, his words resonating within her as if they were law. Was this the infamous alpha control?
The one she had heard so much about? He wasnât her alpha. She hadnât pledged herself to him; she hadnât promised to obey and protect. She didnât even know his damn name.
