Page 74 of Talk About… Dramay
My alpha was gone.
There was a swirl of words but I couldn’t hear them. Even the scents couldn’t soothe me.
As if their alphas knew they were needed, a burst of fresh linen, snow, and spice hit me from Tate, mixing with a new scent of calming herbs and forest rain. Hudson.
Lane was there, too, with his own sweet blend of fresh apples, warm vanilla, and a hint of lemon under it all.
Yet, it was wrong.
There was no cypress, no bayberry.
“She’s burning up,” Tate’s deep voice said as I was pulled into his lap.
“A heat burst, maybe?” Roman suggested. “I’ve never seen her like this. She’s freaking out because Cameron is gone. She thinks he’s left her.”
That set me off again, another desperate whine echoing from me that had the alphas purring to soothe me.
“We’re here. He’ll be back,” Lane tried to reason but I could barely breathe as my chest collapsed.
“Oriana. Omega, listen to me,” Tate barked. The command was sharp and insistent, forcing me to look up at him even as he blurred through the tears. “He went to get you some pastry he said you loved. He’s not gone, just ran out for a moment.”
My head shook side to side.
Ringing filled the room as someone started a call on speakerphone.
“What’s up, Roman?” Cameron’s voice came through. The sound had another whine breaking free, low and insistent, full of pain. “Shit, what’s going on?”
“She’s convinced you left her again.”
“Fuck,” he cursed, his own voice full of pain which I hated but that was the sane part of my brain. It was vastly outweighed by the psychotic levels of freakout I was having. “Oriana, you fucking listen to me right now.”
It was another bark. The order took my whine from loud to subdued, yet it didn’t break me out of this panic.
My chest hurt and I couldn’t breathe.
“Fuck, she’s having a panic attack,” Lane cursed. He pressed my palm to his chest and his to mine. “Breathe.”
“Oriana, stop. Breathe,” Tate barked. “Get your ass back here, Whitaker.”
I heard the screech of tires not even a minute later. They were trying to coax me through breathing and someone mentioned an ambulance.
The door downstairs burst open and there was a thundering of footsteps until I was being pulled out of Tate’s lap and into Cameron’s arm.
Alpha. Mine.
Even my thoughts were feral now.
“God, Baby, I’m so fucking sorry,” Cameron said, his voice breaking into a sob of his own. “Was this what it was like?”
I didn’t need clarification. He meant when he left me.
All I could do was nod as he fell to the floor with me, bundling me closer and rocking me back and forth.
“My poor, sweet omega,” he said, soothing me. “Breathe for me, Baby. You’re freaking us all out. I’m here and I promise I’m never leaving you again. Where you go, I go.”
The vehemence in his voice sunk into my chest, weaving together that open wound and helping close it again.
I sucked in desperate lungfuls of his scent, the panic subsiding slowly but surely. My head was still spinning but getting better without the lack of oxygen.