Uncontrollable Heat

Part 2

Bang! Bang!

The loud pounding on the door was what tore her from her groggy sleep.

She turned around in her bed, her white silky sheets bunched at her waist, and she landed on her stomach. Olivia palmed at her face, trying to chase away the sleepiness clinging to her. Last night had been rough. She'd left work without so much of a warning - something that would come with consequences - and she'd locked herself up in her apartment.

The Alpha - whoever he was - had gotten her so worked up, she had to take care of herself. It had last a good portion of the night. The proof was still in her bed; a pink vibrator. She groaned, grasping it before tossing it in her open nightstand.

The banging on the door continued.

"Yes," she barked out, aggravated.

Her feet landed on the cold wooden floor and she grabbed an overly large sweater that was discarded on the floor. She slipped it on, tugging it until it went past her rear and she headed for the front door. For crying out loud. She swung the door, open, her eyebrows knitted as she revealed the intruder. "Will," she said in a low breath.

His brown eyes scanned her from head to toe, a grin tugging at his lips. "Is there someone else here or is this for me?" he asked, gesturing at her attire.

"Funny," she said, moving out of the way. "I wonder if Jess is gonna find it funny too."

"You know I'm kidding," he said, closing the door behind him. "No, but seriously. Anyone in your bed?"

"I stay away from people during that time. You know that." Granted, she almost didn't last night, but that wasn't her fault. How was she supposed to know there would be an Alpha at the ER, ready to pounce her? She couldn't be blamed for that, right?

"There was a time you didn't." There was a glimmer in his eyes, it was brief but it was hard to miss, especially as his glance lingered on her.

Will was her first. He was a Beta, chased from his pack when his parents died. His mother had been human-born, his dad a werewolf from birth. He'd gone and lived with his maternal grandparents after they passed away. He was much like her, a wolf out of place. What little she did know about her new life, she had learned it from him.

He'd forgotten a lot of it since he had been so young when he moved in with his grandparents. But, he did have a lot more instincts than she did. A werewolf was who he had always been - unlike her. At 25 years old, Will was a few years older than her, and he'd experienced his first heat well before her.

But he was there when hers hit. And he'd taken her virginity with him. She always had a small crush on him. Olivia could be honest with Will, she could be who she was without reservation. He was the one who found her the first time she transformed. He took her back to his house, helped her through the transformation.

That was how they met. If it weren't for him, she might have hurt someone - or died. He had saved her life and she would always owe him for that. He had guided her through her learning curve as best he could, sometimes treating her like a little cub.

She never regretted what happened. Not the first time, not the other times that followed. It never soothed the urge completely, but it did take off the edge. After the first time they laid together, she had almost expected something to come out of it, but it never did. He slid back into his friend role as though he hadn't pounded her the night before.

The first few days, she had felt awkward, but he had picked up on it, explaining to her that wolves didn't always behave like their usual self during their heats. They were on autopilot, some letting their instincts take over more than others.