Forbidden: Part One (Luna & Sol Omegaverse, #1)

by Emilia Emerson

I had to admit, they did smell unusually good.

Omegas needed touch to survive, but I could hardly tolerate even the slightest physical contact anymore.

I realized I was clenching my jaw as a burst of inexplicable jealousy ran through me at the thought of her dating someone.

trying to subtly shift her so my body was between her and the beta.

Because if she doesn’t have any, I will volunteer as tribute.

All I knew was I didn’t want to let her go.

the thought of anything happening to the unnamed omega enraged me.

there was something in me that desperately wanted to trust the two women sitting in front of me.

These two women wanted to help me. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel alone.

Fictional men would never hurt me or think I’m too fat. Who needs real men?

My nesting instincts kicked in last night, but I hadn’t given in to them. It would have felt like giving up, like accepting my heat was inevitable.

I had never had a real nest—my parents always said it would be something my alphas would give me as long as I was a good omega.

Holy fuck

The alphas Amirah had selected could be aliens or monsters or shifters that turned into houseplants, and at this point, I would not care. I would rather die than go home with Pack Madden.

My inner omega instinctually wanted to obey alphas, but even she wasn’t impressed by this asshole.

“Sweet omega, you are a gift. Those alphas don’t deserve you. You deserve a pack that will worship the ground you walk on and gives you whatever you want and need. Do you understand?”

It was so perfectly sweet my inner omega urged me to lick him.

They all smelled so fucking good, and I had no idea why—no alphas ever smelled like this to me.

I knew I should be intimidated being alone with them, but I felt strangely safe.

instead of feeling self-conscious under their gaze, my inner omega wanted to preen and impress them.

I felt myself growing almost hysterical with the idea that they wouldn’t want me,

the thought of their rejection made me feel so sick I was worried I would throw up.

I realized I didn’t mind Cam’s touch on my leg. In fact, it felt comforting and warm in a way I couldn’t remember touch ever feeling.

I had never been hugged or comforted as a child,

Growing up, Sam and I cuddled together in secret.

My slick had never come in after years of being on suppressants, but I felt it now for the first time, dampness in my underwear and a warm burning sensation rippling from my core into my stomach.

secretly pleased that their scents were now on my clothes. When I got into bed tonight, it would be like I was surrounded by them.

had trained myself not to whine to avoid attracting unwanted attention, but my omega wanted these alphas’ concern and protection.

overwhelmed with the distinct wrongness of leaving them behind.

A slight, glowy warmth grew in my stomach at how right it felt to say it out loud.

Fuck, that was like omega Xanax.

I’ll do everything in my power to fix this situation,” said Director Whiteburn,

We had a deal with Pack Madden…”

Were Jericho and the director going to try and separate me from my alphas?

Yes

Josie. The perfect omega. My mate.

I knew she was our fated mate.

causing me to get rock-hard.

Everything changed when that sweet little omega with bright green eyes and the most luscious curves I had ever seen walked into the room.

Even though I didn’t know her yet, I would sacrifice everything for her.

All I wanted to do was pick her up and cradle her.

I would find out who had hurt her and end them. My alpha was feeling bloodthirsty and wanted revenge for our mate.

She had been gorgeous in her black jumpsuit, her delicious curves on full display... and I knew I was a goner.

had grown hard when I scented her.

After the interview, I refused to change out of my clothes, wanting her vanilla scent to surro...

How hard could it be?

Famous last words

I fought the urge to crawl into their laps and press my face to their necks to breathe them in more deeply. My omega really didn’t understand appropriate social behavior.

I could feel him growing hard underneath me.

He called me our girl.

God, being pressed against the three of them made me want to purr.

Growing up, I was taught it was something an omega should only do for a bonded partner.

I had tried it once when I was younger, and my mother’s eyes had flashed with rage before she sla...