Four

Winston Crowley's pov

My heart thumped when the door of the stall got snatched from me with a force stronger than me. The door opened wider revealing Orson.

“There you are”

I tried to get the door out of his grip, “What are you doing here?” I asked, gulping out my saliva with no suppressant and or covering scent perfume my scent will be sipping out at a fast rate.

“What are you doing in a club in your heat?” He asked instead of stepping inside the stall.

I stepped backwards, “What are you talking about?” I said, trying to play dumb.

“Don't play dumb with me, You're an omega? Aren't you?” He asked, stepping forward his eyes darken. He sniffed the air, “You know when I entered the club, I could perceive your scent in the mid of hundred of scent here”

He stepped closer, “Sweet, soft and almost familiar” he continued, his voice dropping as his eyes roamed on my body freely making me feel small and open. “Then you bumped into me, making me question my sanity. Is Crowley an omega?”

“You can't be here and you have no proof” I said, even though I am starting to feel lightheaded.

“What about your scent, I mean you can't even mask it. How did you even deceive everyone for years.” he folded his arm.

Then I smelled him, he was releasing his scent. Making me feel more lightheaded and intoxicated.

“Stop it” I gritted out,

“Stop what?” He asked, 

“Stop releasing…” I stuttered.

“My scent?” He scoffed, “if anything I am helping you over your scent, Crowley. You have been careful for years and now you're all out in front of me” he smirked, it was that evil one when he was about to do something. “Or am I seducing you?” He said,

I shook my head, “Because you did it first” he said as he stepped even more closer. Towering me.

“I didn't seduce you” I whispered, I need to get out of here before it gets out of hand. If I stay here I will have s*x with him and he is the last person that I want.

And I needed to call Anne, I pushed past him and brought my phone to text Anne, I typed ‘Hi’ when Orson's voice stopped me.

“If you walk away right now, you will get attacked by Alphas even if your teammates won't be able to hold back.” Orson said, I stopped , he is right, walking away now is not an option.

Especially when my identity is at stake.

“So are you saying I should stay here with you, an Alpha? You are not getting aroused by scent” I sassed.

Orson mumbled something under his breath, “Trust me, I am holding to the last thread of sanity because I am feeling the same way other Alpha should be when a mate less omega in heat is around.” He said and I gulped. “It's instinct,” he shrugged.

Something pricked me.

“You won't touch me?” I asked, 

“Not when you are not willing” he answered, My eyes scanned his face dropping to his lips than his broad shoulders in that dark blue shirt then lower to his crotch area.

I could see his bulge, it was visible and of course I would notice it. My mouth went dry.

I snapped my eyes up, “Will you help me if I beg you to?” I asked,

“Is it helping you with your heat? Of course I will, I don't discriminate I f**k rivals too” he said vulgarly.

I rolled my eyes, trying to hold myself together. “I don't want you to f**k me” I said, “Just help me out of here” I said, lowering my gaze.

“Say please” he muttered,

“What?” I asked,

“Say please,” he repeated softly, I glanced up at him. I could feel his stare on my lips.

“Please.” I let out, it came out softer that I intended to.

Something flashed in his eyes, He looked away. His hand slides into his pockets. “I will help. Let me call my driver,” he said.

I feel relieved immediately, if he helps me out of here without my teammates not knowing will help keep my secret intact.

The last thing I want to do is to sleep with some random Alpha and get….

“My driver is around the back, we will have to go through the back door of the club” Orson said, “You live near, right?” He asked, putting back his phone into his pocket.

“Yes” I answered, I didn't even question how he knows I live somewhere here.

“Okay, Pretty boy. Let's get you home” he said, I put my phone into my pocket and pulled my jacket around myself.

“Where do we go?” I asked stepping out of the stall and Orson followed me, 

“This way,” he said as he brushed past me, walking right in front of me. I followed him out of the restroom quietly and he kept a distance between us which is nice but made me question myself as an omega.

I shook my head, to push the thoughts to the back of my head as I tried to suppress my wolf who is about to go feral.

Orson finding out I am an omega is not something I have thought about at least not in this way.

At least he doesn't know all of the secrets.

It worries me that he is being cool about it, I expect him to tease or threaten me.

Maybe he will try to blackmail me in the future.

Villains don't act fast when they find something that can destroy their enemies.

We walked through a small hall filled with people when a drunk alpha blocked my path.

Panic set in.

“An omega? Unmated too. How sweet, I could help you with your heat and give you some hot…” The drunk man said as he stepped closer but before he could near me, Orson slammed him into the wall like he was nothing.

Orson rushed towards me, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah…I mean yes” I nodded, Orson put his arm around me pulling me closer to him. Our side touching, I could smell him even more and his body heat which is not helping.

“You're walking too slow” he said,

“Thank you” I said. Instead of giving him a saucy reply, Home walked a few more steps and reached a door. Orson pushed the door open and fresh air fanned my face.

Orson led me towards a luxury car, he opened the door for me and I entered before he followed me in. “Drive,” he tells his chauffeur.

I gave a space between us as his small starts became unbearable for me to take, I just needed to hold it together until we got home.

I turned slowly to him, he was sitting casually. His eyes on his phone screen. My eyes glided down to lips then his neck and I didn't know what got into me.

I moved closer

to him and threw myself against him, my mouth on his neck.

“What are you doing, Crowley?”