Wedding's Off: My Fiancée Had a Secret Boy Toy

"She’s cute,’ Alpha Kane smirked, nudging his brother.

Simon didn't look at him. His eyes were already fixed on the Omega behind the service counter. But he'd never admit that. "I'm just waiting for my order."

Kane's smirk deepened.

The Omega stole a glance at Simon from the service counter, catching the annoyance filling his features. She felt the weight of the stares she drew from the others. The four alpha brothers had shifted the energy of the entire cafe the moment they walked in.

She loaded the tray and carried it over to their table.

"Alphas," her voice was soft, practiced. "Your cappuccinos," she said, setting down two ceramic mugs in front of Simon's twin brothers, Callum and Connor. "Your Acai bowl, Alpha Kane, and..." The scorching heat of Simon's stare made her gulp hard before saying, "Mocha... brown b-butt-buttercream..." He snatched the paper bag from her, not letting his fingers brush against hers, not even accidentally.

Not again. His control had slipped last night, and he would never let that happen again. It was already hard enough not to look at her. He was annoyed that his brothers caught him staring at her. As she nervously licked her plush lips to wet them, which were the softest shade of rose, something low in his gut clenched with an urge he refused to name.     

"What's your name?" Kane asked, his curiosity piqued by whatever had hooked his brother's attention so completely.

"Hazel, Sir." Her eyes were warm, honey brown, the very color of her name. They flickered briefly to Simon before dropping away.

"How old are you, Hazel?" Kane's tone was light, almost amused, as his gaze drifted to the hickey that painted the curve of her neck. Her hair was pinned into a neat bun, exposing the line of her throat, her skin the color of fresh cream with a tiny hint of blush.

Simon's jaw tightened. He knew exactly how warm that skin was, how impossibly soft. He'd pressed her beneath him two nights ago and hadn't been able to stop thinking about it since.

"Twenty," she said quietly.

Connor's brow shot up. "And you haven't gone into heat yet? Not even once?"

"Late bloomer, probably," Callum offered with a shrug. 

"Enough!" Simon growled, leveling his brothers with a warning glare. "You can go." He told Hazel before getting up from his seat.

Once she'd disappeared behind the counter, Connor leaned back in his chair with a lazy grin. "Bro, you've no idea what you're passing up. She's petite, with probably small boobs too. And if she hasn't gone into heat at twenty, she's got no clue how to fuck."

"He's not wrong," Kane said, watching Simon carefully. "Try fucking an Omega in heat, wild and desperate with lust, and you will forget this little Hazel ever existed."

"Oh yes, absolutely! Knotting an Omega is the best kind of pleasure out there." Callum said, getting excited about the Omega he and his other brothers were to share at night. They could never convince Simon to join them.

Simon said nothing. His eyes drifted once more to the counter where Hazel stood, her back to them now, her slim shoulders drawing together slightly as if she could feel his stare.

He always called omegas filthy and too promiscuous for his taste, and yet, he couldn't take his eyes off her. Omegas were born to pleasure the Alphas and breed for them, and Simon found it repulsive. Their pack, the Titan Ridge Pack, was alien to the concept of a fated mate. Just like their dad, Kane and the twins loved wild sex and their omega harems.

"Ebony will be going into heat anytime today. The way she sucks me down like her favorite dessert, fuck, you got to taste it to know what we are talking about," Connor added.

"No, thank you. They are all yours," Simon said and left without sparing another word. 

Hazel sighed in relief when she heard the clunk of the closing door. "Back in a sec," she murmured to her coworker, slipping away before anyone could ask questions. She found her locker at the end of the narrow hallway and grabbed her purse tucked in the back. And inside it, the small pill case she never left home without.  

It was that time of the month again, when she was supposed to go into heat. But she secretly took pills to suppress it. She'd been taking them since her eighteenth birthday. She had no idea what the heat felt like because of the pills.

The heat typically lasted for about three days, and the slick the Omegas produced was irresistible to the Alphas, triggering their rut like a chemical command. Even Omega males went into heat sometimes, and their sexual urges would make them insatiable, sometimes hurting an Alpha female when too lost in the lust.  

Only an Alpha male could knot, and only an Omega in heat could endure it. The heat would pass after three days, creeping back each time after about two fortnights.

Hazel could suppress the heat by taking just one pill at the beginning of her cycle.

Until Alpha Simon.

Since Alpha Simon had laid his eyes on her, one pill wasn't cutting it anymore. Even with no slick, her sexual urges had turned stronger lately, and the way her scent affected him, she had a feeling that his wolf could pick up on something the other Alphas couldn't.

'Day three,' she told herself as she gulped down the second pill with a handful of water from the breakroom tap. Her heart was still racing. It hadn't stopped racing since she'd stood at that table, close enough to feel the heat radiating off him.

She closed her eyes, pressing her fingers to her chest to take a deep breath.

'Don't think about it.' But the memories of the other night were already surfacing, making her think about when he lost control and touched her for the first time. 

It hadn't been the first time he'd summoned her to his room. Five months ago, he had called her to his room out of the blue and told her to strip, just like that. She'd stood in the low light of his bedroom, confused, heart hammering against her ribs, and done as she was told. He'd watched her touch herself, his hand moving slowly over his own hardness, his eyes never leaving her, dark, unreadable, devastating. 

When she reached for his cock expectantly, he hurled hurtful words at her, saying it was off limits. Every month since then, he bullied her like he hated her, called her his slave, and came all over her body a dozen times, but never touched her. And he didn't let her come. She knew he was afraid of losing control.

The other night had started the same way.

"Kneel," he ordered. She fell to her knees before the word left his mouth, waiting for his next instruction that always followed: 'Strip.'

She looked up at him when it didn't come.

He was staring at her, standing completely still, pools of emerald green eyes fixed on her with such longing intensity that she slicked her panties, even after taking two pills. He crossed the room slowly and crouched low in front of her. His fingers found the thin straps of her camisole.

"Are you fucking teasing me? What the hell are you wearing?" He growled, ripping the sunny yellow camisole with one solid tug. She cupped her breasts with practiced ease, like he always ordered her to, plumping them up for him to look at her pebbled nipples.

He let out a low, guttural sound of anger this time. His canines emerged under his lips. He grasped her chin, his fingers digging into her skin. "What are you doing to me?" Unbuttoning his jeans, he pulled out his hardened cock and pressed it against her lips. "Suck me off."

"Alpha..." With flushed cheeks and pulsing pussy, she stared at him in confusion, too scared to touch what was off limits.

"Don't bat those eyelashes at me like that!" He thrust his cock into her mouth, pushing himself all the way down her throat. "Oh fuck!" He lost his alpha tone for a moment, taken aback by the sensation. He suppressed a bark when she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and placed her other hand on his thigh. He loved her touch, and he hated how much he loved it. As spit dripped out of her mouth from gagging, he massaged the column of her throat, helping her take his full length in.

Tugging on her hair, he forced her to gaze up at him while thrusting himself in and out. "You love this, don't you?" His words were a throaty murmur, lost in pleasure.

"Mm-mm..." She shook her head and moaned on his cock when he pinched her nipple. 

"I'll fuck your brains out if you moan like that one more time." He suddenly stopped and pulled out of her mouth, wiping the spit off her lips. 

She stared at the hard edges of his torso as his shirt slipped off his shoulders. Her eyes blazed with lust at the sight of his raw masculinity. He scooped her in his arms and pinned her to his bed, his cock growing painfully hard against her thighs.

His mouth crashed onto hers like a storm breaking. He was hungry and forceful, and she met him with equal heat as the need to come devoured her. She wrapped her legs around him as he pulled her flush against the hard line of his body. His tongue plunged deep, sliding against hers and sucking on it, groaning and tangled in lust.

When her nails clawed at his back, his canines came forward again, ready to mark her. He sucked on the spot where he was planning to mark her, nipping and soothing it with licks until he heard a hesitant voice call to his wolf: Mate.

Was that her wolf? He tore away from her, pushing her hands off his body. 

"Get out!"

"Um-"

"You heard me. Get the fuck out of here before I rip that pussy up."

"Hazel... Hazel, hello! Come back to earth, pfft." A hand waved in front of her face. She blinked, the fluorescent hum of the breakroom rushing back in all at once. Her coworker Jade's voice snapped her out of her lustful thoughts. Jade was also her best friend and an Omega.

"Uh-"

"Hazel, what's going on? You are burning up. Are you feeling dizzy or something?"

"No, no, I'm all right, she replied, quickly shutting her locker door. "Let's go watch Ebony and the Alphas tonight."

She wanted to see what the fuss was all about and why Ebony was so into getting fucked by a bunch of Alphas all at once.