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

by Emilia Emerson

I was so fucking exhausted of being scared and jumpy all the time. Omegas needed touch to survive, but I could hardly tolerate even the slightest physical contact anymore.

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

Duke smirked as he looked around at his pack mates. “At least one thing’s for sure, no matter how fucking ugly an omega is, you can always count on her having a sweet cunt.”

Ew

He sighed, staying crouched down. “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?”

felt like I was drowning again—terrified of having to bond with these alphas and in complete despair of their rejection.

Ben’s voice broke through my spiraling thoughts. “Josie, I hope you know how special we think you are, and we hope you choose us.” “We know you don’t really know us yet,” Theo added, “But we would love to get to know you more and would be honored if you chose us as your pack.” “We promise to protect and care for you,” Cam added.

“We’ll need to be careful and take things slow if she’s scared of alphas,” Theo said, a deep sadness permeating his voice. I would find out who had hurt her and end them. My alpha was feeling bloodthirsty and wanted revenge for our mate.

Everything in me screamed to pull my mate into the house and lock the door behind her, leaving her parents on the front porch. And then it could start pouring down rain. With lightning. A little electrocution of your enemies never hurt anyone.

“Did you lie to us, angel?” “Maybe,” I said, feeling playful. He called me our girl. My inner omega jumped with happiness.

“You’re our mate,” he said, his voice deep and rough. “We’ll do anything for you and want you here more than anything. I’m so fucking grateful we were asked to do the interview because I would murder any other pack that got close to you.”

answered me. “We were curious because of your age, and then Amirah confirmed it,” he said before continuing quickly. “She was just trying to be helpful so we could know how to best support you. We’re not upset about it, gorgeous. Not at all. You deserve to make decisions about your own body.”

I almost shouted, frantically looking around the room as if a How to Stop Fucking Things Up and Upsetting Your Omega You Dipshit manual would appear.

“You have to learn to share,” Ben said, his tone adorably sleepy. “I think fucking not,” Cam murmured into my ear.

“Cranky cinnamon roll,” I mumbled to Cam. “Did you just call him a cranky cinnamon roll?” a sleepy Theo asked, amusement in his voice.

“Mmm, yeah,” I said, still not opening my eyes. “What does that mean?” a disgruntled Cam asked. “You smell like a warm cinnamon roll. So yummy and sweet, just like you.”

“Shouldn’t you smell like tea?” I asked. “It’s more British. But you smell like coffee.” Theo grinned. “Coffee?” “Mmm, like really good coffee on the best cozy days,” I sighed.

A sharp laugh burst out of me as I realized what he was alluding to. Bond marks needed to be tended to by licking the bite for several days. Imagining the three alphas, stone-cold sober, having to drop their pants for each other and lick each other’s ass cheeks was too fucking much.

When I was little and asked why I didn’t get presents on my birthday, my parents told me I didn’t deserve gifts just for being born.

“What the fuck is that?” Theo asked, lifting Ben’s chin and taking in the hickey. “A gift from my omega,” Ben said smugly.

Alpha males are more than useless.”

“You’re welcome at my shop anytime, Josie,” she said, her voice almost tender. And then she strode out of the room without a second glance.

“Who won?” Clementine asked. “Luc and Poppy’s alpha each landed a punch, and then Poppy threatened to withhold sex if her alpha didn’t stop,” I said. “I’ve never seen an alpha freeze that fast,” Westin added with a giggle.

“Damn, Josie, if you don’t bond with him, I will,” Poppy said in a stage whisper. I whipped my head around and growled. He was mine. Poppy just laughed and sauntered away to grab her things.

“Just a tiny murderous rage,” I teased.

“I wish you could see yourself like I do right now. You are an angel.” His voice was a reverent whisper.

The ridiculousness of the situation took away my residual distress from earlier in the day. I couldn’t believe my alpha hadn’t understood what knotting meant.

“Is you holding me by the butt supposed to relax me?” I asked dryly.

I wasn’t sure how we would convince Josie she should never drive again, but we would have to think of something.

“Your skills might be better suited for a racecar track,” Cam said, stroking her hair. “Or a car chase in a movie,” Ben said with a chuckle. “We still love you, even though you did just try to murder us all.”