Taking The Omega's Heat: The Weston Wolf Pack, #1

By Athena Blaez

Wyatt Morgan is going into heat at the worst possible time—right as he's about to go on his first vacation since he started his floral shop six years ago. Landlocked, Wyatt faces a choice. Either he forfeits his deposit and stays home, or he finds an alpha to take care of his heat for him. It is not an easy choice, but with that with that much money on the line, Wyatt's not about to let his vacation go to waste.

Playboy alpha Gage Weston is under constant pressure by his pack to find a mate and produce an heir, but even if it's for his own good, Gage won't let anyone tell him what to do... at least, until headstrong omega Wyatt Morgan walks into his life, deeply in heat and need of a favor. Gage is more than happy to oblige.

But when Wyatt walks away after their encounter, he's traded his heat for a new set of problems. He's pregnant, and now Gage is on his tail, determined to make things right.

And Gage is insistent in the way that makes it hard for Wyatt to say no.

Taking the Omega's Heat is a 27k mpreg novella with a no cheating, no cliffhanger and a sweet HEA with an earnest Alpha, a grouchy omega and a second-in-command who earns his pay corralling the two into the same room.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Athena Blaez
• Release date: Sep 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393017806

Book preview

1

Wyatt

DENIED.

Wyatt felt his entire body tense up as he read the rejection again. This was the second time he applied for a visa to leave the country on vacation.

This was the second time they denied it.

At least this time, they gave a reason in the explanation section.

Pursuant to requirements of the host country, all omegas must not be in their heat cycle while on the island. This is for the safety of all guests, human and nonhuman. Please consider reapplying at another time.

Wyatt had done the math. His heat would be finished by the time the flight was scheduled to leave. Sure it was pushing the envelope but he’d been planning this vacation for months. He was positive he timed it right.

His shop, Flowers Inc., would enter a slow month after the June wedding season. There was nothing on the books for the month of July. This was the perfect time for a vacation. Ever since starting his shop, Wyatt had not taken any time off. Now with Jason working with him, he felt comfortable leaving the operations to the other omega for a week.

Counting up the days until his heat put him right on schedule, although he had almost no wiggle room.

Only now they won’t grant him a travel visa at all.

He scrunched up the note in his fist and waved it in the air in frustration.

That bad, huh? Jason came around the corner from the storeroom with a funeral blanket. He draped it on the counter and chased Wyatt’s fist before prying the wrinkled notice out of his hand.

Smoothing it out, Jason adjusted his glasses and peered at it. Jesus, again?

Wyatt waved in impotent fury at the page and stormed off to clean the refrigerated display doors.

"Wyatt, I ask this in the most respectful terms possible, are you absolutely sure that your calculations are right, that you won’t be in heat for the trip?"

Almost one hundred percent positive, yes. But, Wyatt sighed in defeat, I will admit that it will be cutting it really close.

Jason strolled over to where Wyatt absently wiped at the same spot and gently took the towel and glass cleaner from him. Well, the blood tests that predict that sort of thing are fairly accurate as well. And heats have been known to not go according to plan. It’s like a law of the karmic universe or something.

Wyatt frowned. I know. My last heat was started late and lasted longer than it normally did. When I first planned this trip, the timing was right.

Can’t you reschedule your reservation? I mean, you’re the boss here; you can take your vacation whenever you like. I can look after the place. And if I really need help, I’ll call my brother. He isn’t much of a flower person but he can hold down the counter and the phones while I handle the arrangements.

Unfortunately, I got the resort reservations through one of those sites that guarantee low prices. The downside to that is there is no wiggle room. I go or I lose my deposit. Wyatt leaned against the door, the cool of the glass seeping through his shirt. His heat symptoms were starting to manifest. That was a good sign because it meant that he had calculated right.

But that wasn’t good enough for the visa board that approved overseas travel for omegas.

Damn his genetics. Being a werewolf had advantages in current society, but they were still rare enough that the government, in its infinite wisdom, felt like they needed special precautions in place to keep everyone safe.

To Wyatt it felt more like they wanted to keep omega wolves down, and the omegas lived with it. At least prejudice wasn’t as bad as it could have been.

Maybe it was fear of the Alphas that kept government officials in line.

Jason nudged at Wyatt. There is an option you haven’t explored.

Don’t give me hope if there is none, Jason. I will have to fire you.

I’m serious. Have you considered auctioning off your heat? There are plenty of Alphas who want to knot with no strings attached. They’ll pay plenty for it, and if you do it in time, you can probably afford to have another blood test done and get it expedited before the trip.

Wyatt’s mouth fell open. He did not just hear that, especially coming from straight-laced Jason. Is that experience talking?

Jason shrugged. Sure. I needed fast cash to get into my new apartment. They were asking first, last and a hefty deposit. I was short the deposit, so I hunted down an Alpha who wanted a heat to knot and we worked out a deal.

Are you kidding me? Wyatt laughed in disbelief. Now his image of Jason being this pristine, virginal omega was completely blown. That’s like… he leaned in and whispered, prostitution.

I guess maybe if you want to see it that way. But there are no laws on the books against it. Not for wolves. Jason patted Wyatt on the arm again. Give it some thought. I’ll call the Olsens about the casket blanket.

After Jason moved off, Wyatt just stared after him, trying to process that.

What he said was true. There were no laws against it.

But was that what Wyatt really wanted to do? It just made the whole thing sordid and he enjoyed his disillusionment that sex might actually have meaning between two people.

On the other hand, it might allow him to go on vacation.

He had to think this over.

I can’t even believe I am even talking about this, Wyatt said as he walked along with his friend, Noah. Noah Turner was one of his best friends from the time they were pups together. Wyatt shifted grocery bags from hand to hand as he maneuvered into Noah’s apartment building and they both made their way to the elevator.

I would say I can’t believe you would consider it either, but not because I disapprove.

Wyatt pushed the floor button when they were both in the elevator car. You don’t disapprove?

No, I think Jason’s got the right idea. Wyatt, you can be such a prude sometimes. We can’t even pretend we are like humans. Our instincts are a little different, our morals and ethics tend more towards pack activity and acceptance. No one would look down on you if you did this. You’re entitled to this vacation. How long have you had the shop open?

Three years.

And not once have you taken any substantial time off. Noah shook his head when Wyatt started to protest. Enforced holidays like Christmas and Thanksgiving don’t count. Even when you aren’t working, you are. You need the downtime, my friend. I can see the cracks.

Wyatt leaned against the elevator wall and let his head thump rhythmically. I really do need this vacation.

So if you are opposed to selling your heat, why not head down to a bar where Alphas hang and pick one up. They’ll still want to bang you, whether they pay or not. In either case, you get your heat taken care of, and I’ll even chip in to get the expedited test done again.

The door dinged open and Noah led the way down the hall towards his apartment.

Why do you wait so long to get food? Wyatt asked as he trudged along behind. The plastic bags’ handles were starting to cut into his hands and make them ache.

Lazy. Busy. Pick one. Set them down here, I gotta find my keys.

Gratefully, Wyatt set them down and flexed his fingers while Noah dug in his pockets for his keys.

From behind them, the second elevator dinged and the door rattled open.

Immediately, Wyatt was overcome with the scent of an Alpha. He didn’t need to see the Alpha; his presence was strong and almost dizzying. Wyatt blinked away the spots that appeared in front of his eyes.

The sound of a deep voice, even talking in hushed tones, sent frissons of desire down Wyatt’s spine. It took all