The Librarian and Her Alphas: Chapter 4

“She’s beautiful,” Max breathes as the librarian hurries away from us.

I can agree with him. I’m intrigued by Lena and her unusual eye color, one blue and the other green. Heterochromia is rare among humans and even more so among wolf-kind.

I watch her long, wavy, auburn hair bounce as she rushes to get us snacks.

“I told you there’s something about her,” says Gunnar when she’s out of earshot.

“We’re not mating her,” I reply in a low voice. “It would be a waste of time. Frankly, a human cannot get pregnant from us.”

It’s simple biology. And our knots would make it impossible to conceal our wolf nature.

“True,” says Max.

The library is quiet for a moment as we all contemplate Lena while thunder cracks outside.

“Lena is gorgeous, I won’t lie, but we can’t get involved with her,” I say, getting up and pacing around. I pick out a random book and flip through its colorful pages.

“How about just one night?” Gunnar suggests, and we all look in the direction she had run off toward.

“Absolutely not,” I growl, narrowing my eyes at him. “As much as I want to rut her right now, I can’t. She’s let us into her sanctuary out of the kindness of her heart, and I won’t have her feeling we’re taking advantage of her. She has no place for monsters like us in her life.”

“We can show her,” says Gunnar with a devilish glint in his eye and a hard-on in his pants.

I place the book back on the shelf and return to my comfortable chair, crossing one leg over the other. I start to remember the events of the night and decide to give my pack credit before they start fixating on the little human librarian.

“Glad we finally got rid of that piece of shit, Thomas. We did good work tonight.”

“Tearing him to shreds was the least we could do. You might call us monsters, Damon, but he’s the real monster,” Gunnar growls.

“Very true,” I nod in agreement. If blessed with a child, I would protect it with my life. But I would need an omega for that. My thoughts drift to the pretty human librarian, and I quickly shake them away.

It’s not good to dwell on something we can never have.

“I found the snacks!” Lena calls out in her lilting voice as she hurries over to us, arms full of snacks and drinks.

My mood brightens at the sight of her, though I don’t quite understand why. Max and Gunnar also perk up when they see her.

I let my eyes roam over her shapely form, swallowing hard when I noticed how her large, creamy breasts seemed ready to spill from the front of her dress. All it would take is one swipe from my claw, and her dress would be in ribbons on the floor, exposing her to me. My desire hardens within my pants, and it takes all my willpower not to act on it.

She would be horrified by my thoughts, and I can sense that Max and Gunnar are also holding back.

Lena places the snacks on the small table in front of us, and I look away, trying to avoid staring at her juicy cleavage as she bends over.

“Help yourselves,” she says, waving to the snacks with a flourish. “I’m sorry there isn’t more. This was all I could find.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Max replies, smiling at her. Her cheeks turn pink, and she looks away. The food doesn’t interest me- all I want to eat is her.

But I have to play the part of a human, so I pretend to be interested in the disgusting array of expired or on the verge of expiring snacks.

“Alright, I’ll leave you all to talk,” she says, ready to escape again.

“Sit with us for a while,” Gunnar invites, and I nearly let out a growl of frustration. Does he not understand how much restraint it takes not to rip her little blue dress into shreds?

“Um, do you mind if I sit here with you?” Lena asks nervously, glancing over at Max. He jumps up from where he’s lounging on the couch, scooting over to make room for her.

“Of course!” he says, patting the seat beside him. “Make yourself comfortable.”

She sits next to him, nervously smoothing her dress over her thighs. I focus on the shape of her thighs beneath the fabric, my mouth watering at the thought of having them wrapped around my head as I pleasure her. She swallows nervously, and I clear my throat, trying to regain my focus.

“So, Lena, are you from around here?” I ask in a friendly tone.

“Yes,” she stammers. “I’ve only been working at Willowstone Library for two years.”

“What made you decide to work here? You look pretty young. I figured it would be a job for someone much older.”

She blushes, and I grin.

“I know,” she says. “But I’ve always loved reading. I went to college for this, and I love my job here so much.”

“What do you like about it?” Max asks, and her face brightens immediately. Gunnar stares at her intently, just like I am. We’re enraptured by her every second she’s here.

“Oh, I just love that I get to introduce people to their new favorite stories,” she gushes, her eyes sparkling excitedly. “Especially the children. The best part of my week is story time with them, and today, I read Little Red Riding Hood to them. It’s when I met Gunnar here.”

“Yes, that’s true,” says Gunnar, who is also looking at her intensely.

“Was Gunnar being the big bad wolf in the library today?” Max asks cheekily, and Gunnar kicks at his shoe, shooting him a glare. Max shrugs and grins at Lena, her face turning even redder.

I roll my eyes at my pack’s antics.

Even after being reprimanded, Max is trying to cross the line. I watch as Lena sinks deeper into the couch, finally relaxing as her initial apprehension seems to wear off.

“So, do you have any kids of your own?” Max asks.

“Not yet. I would love to have children one day, but I don’t think the time is right now,” Lena replies, shaking her head.

“What about a boyfriend?” he probes, and my heart drops at his blatant question. What the hell is wrong with Max? I can’t bark orders to shut him up in front of her, so I must keep my cool. “Are you dating anyone, Lena?”

“No,” she says in a low voice, her face paling. “I haven’t dated anyone in quite some time.”

“Why? You’re hot as fuck and guys are probably falling over themselves to be with you.”

She shrugs halfheartedly and stares at her legs, fiddling with the hem of her dress. Max continues to ask her questions about herself, but I notice she doesn’t share much beyond basic, surface-level details.

I raise an eyebrow in interest, my suspicions piqued. Asking about a boyfriend is invasive, but her reluctance to elaborate makes me wonder if she’s hiding something.

Curiosity about her grows as I observe her secretive demeanor. Humans typically love to talk about themselves when prompted.

“What about your family?” I ask, hoping to change the topic and encourage her to open up. “Are they also from around here?”

“Yes, I mean no,” Lena stammers, breathing hard. “They moved here when I was y-young.” She brushes a trembling strand of hair away from her face.

“Do you have any siblings?”

She shrugs noncommittally, tucking another strand of hair behind her ears. Her leg begins to bounce ever so slightly, the hem of her dress inching over her thighs with each movement.

“Do you see your family often? I’m sure it must be great to all live so close together,” I say gently, trying to coax her into sharing more. The pink blush on her face deepens with her silence, and I watch her curiously, wondering if there’s more to her story.

Just then, a strange scent hits my nose, and I tilt my head slightly, sniffing the air. It’s sweet but mingled with something I can’t quite identify.

Max and Gunnar also seem to notice the smell.

They exchange puzzled glances before looking at me, their nostrils flaring as they take it in. I glance at Lena and see her biting her lip, her brow furrowed in anxiety.

Then it hits me.

The smell is Lena’s scent.

She’s nervous, and the more anxious she becomes, the stronger her scent grows. And right now, it’s bordering on overpowering.

She’s an omega.

“Um, so how about you guys? Where are you all from?” I ask, desperately trying to change the subject. I place a hand on my knee to stop my leg from shaking with nervousness.

My scent is rising, but I can’t just leave abruptly. Not yet, or else it’ll make them wonder.

“Lived here all our lives,” says Damon, raising an eyebrow at the sudden change in conversation.

“How about girlfriends?” I ask, and Max chuckles.

“Not in years,” says Max, winking at me as he pops a health bar into his mouth. Suddenly, I remember as I look into his eyes.

It hits me like a lightning bolt.

He’s the alpha from four years ago at the dance. He’s the alpha I talked to before Zorin yanked me away from him.

Shaken, I grab a chocolate chip cookie from the packet on the coffee table.

I need something to do with my hands, and I need to fill my mouth to make sure I don’t say anything I shouldn’t. The cookie is stale and slightly bland, but it’s better than nothing.

I know it’shim, his voice and humor.

Even the hint of his warm cinnamon scent is there. Even though we both wore masks during the party, I knew it was him, and I would be embarrassed if he knew I was the helpless omega that night.

I focus on the barely-there flavor of the chocolate chips, flinching when Max’s knee brushes against mine. He makes me nervous—they all do—and I don’t understand the electricity that seems to pulse between us.

My pussy clenches as slick gathers between my inner thighs.

But suddenly, I glance up to find all three alphas watching me intently. They have serious expressions, and Damon’s eyebrows are drawn together in thought. Max shifts slightly next to me again, and I hear his sharp intake of breath.

My stomach sinks.

Based on their reactions, my inhibitors and scent blockers are starting to wear off. Panic pools in my gut when I notice my vanilla scent getting stronger in the presence of these alphas.

I can’t be around them anymore. I need to hide.

“Gosh, I’m suddenly exhausted,” I say, jumping from the couch. Their eyes follow me as I smooth down my dress. “I think I’ll head to the other section of the library to get some rest. I’ll leave the snacks with you in case you get hungry. Goodnight!”

“Lena,” Damon tries to protest, but I quickly rush away before they can stop me. I power-walk toward the back of the library and into the storage room.

The storage room is just a few doors down from the break room, but it’s the furthest space from where the alphas are sitting, and I think it will be the safest. Hopefully, the smell of dusty, damaged books and stale air will mask my scent so the alphas out there won’t detect me. Part of me knows their sense of smell is stronger than that, but I can only hope they will leave me alone.

I open the door to the storage room and turn on the light.

It flickers as another ominous roll of thunder sounds overhead. I shudder and sink to the floor, wrapping my arms around myself.

This night couldn’t have gone any worse.

The storm has awakened my nightmares from the night I was attacked by my old pack, and now I’m stuck in the library, my safe place, with three new alphas whose intentions I can’t be sure of.

I try not to cry, knowing it will only cause my scent blockers to wear off faster due to strong emotions, but a tear rolls down my cheek anyway.

I swipe it away, trying not to dwell on my past.

After all these years, I’m not immune to an alpha’s charm. I thought I would be, but I can’t stop thinking about them.

I can’t deny how attractive Damon, Max, and Gunnar are. I don’t want to think about my attraction to them, but my skin tingles, and my body responds when I picture Damon’s dark eyes staring at me. It’s been so long since I’ve been in heat, and with my inhibitors wearing off, I know nothing can block my true omega nature.

The throbbing intensifies, a heartbeat between my thighs. The feeling is almost overwhelming, and I can’t resist the urge any longer.

Before I can second-guess myself, I lift my dress and slide my panties down my legs, my thighs parting to expose my slick pussy to the cool air in the storage room.

Tentatively, I touch myself, gasping at how wet I am. Sliding two fingers around my pussy, I sigh, imagining it’s Damon, Max, or Gunnar touching me.