Heat: A Dark Omegaverse Novel (The Heat Duet Book 1)

Heat A DARK OMEGAVERSE NOVEL PENN CASSIDY Contents Blurb What is Omegaverse? Author’s Note Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 About the Author Where to find me Blurb Belladonna De Luca. As poisonous as her namesake. An omega with a chip on her shoulder so sharp it'll cut you if you get too close. Too bad nobody warned the damaged alphas of Pack Carbone. From one crime pack to another, Bella's rebellion from tradition threatens to unravel decades of carefully laid plans. The question is, will the Carbone alphas expose her secrets, or will they stand behind her as she brings every corrupt pack to their knees? Heat is a dark, why choose, OV, standalone novel, very loosely inspired by the novella titled: Angel, previously published under the author’s retired pen name, K.M. Raya in 2018. Heat: Copyright © 2023 Penn Cassidy. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used simply for the purpose of furthering the storyline and do not represent the institutions or places of business in any way. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental or used for fictional purposes. What is Omegaverse? Omegaverse, also known as A/B/O (an abbreviation for "alpha/beta/omega"), is a subgenre of speculative erotic fiction, and originally a subgenre of erotic fanfiction. Its premise is that a dominance hierarchy exists in humans, which are divided into dominant "alphas," neutral "betas," and submissive "omegas." This hierarchy determines how people interact with one another in romantic, erotic, and sexual contexts. Author’s Note If you know me in real life, and have chosen this specific book of mine to read, make sure you become really cool with a lot of things, really fast. Love ya! Belladonna I'm the only one in the towncar, but every so often the driver peers back at me through the rearview mirror. I meet his eyes, daring him to be brave enough to ask me what's really on his mind. He looks away every time as I grin, fiddling idly with the switchblade in my hand. It's never far from my grasp, especially when I’m trapped in a car with two men. The bodyguard with his head between my thighs is getting the job done, but I know it won't be enough. He sucks my swollen and sensitive clit between his lips, and heat shoots up my spine as I come, my legs shaking around him. I can’t remember his name, and I don’t really care, to be honest, but I might have to have him help me out tonight, too. I’ve been running a fever for the last forty-eight hours, and my body is a live wire—sensitive, and aching. If I don't get more pills sooner rather than later, I’ll go into a full heat cycle and claim the nearest alpha, whether either of us wants it or not. Luckily, this guard is a beta, so he’s relatively harmless. His tongue and his dick can take the edge off of the ache, but it’s not what my body really needs. He sits back, licking his lips with a feral gleam in his eyes, telling me he wants to fuck without having to say it. I glance at the driver, catching him shifting his eyes away. A moment later, the partition between the front and back seats rolls up. Perv. When I don’t immediately pull his dick out and jump on it, the bodyguard adjusts himself before climbing back up onto the bench seat beside me, smoothing back the messy, brown hair I’d been raking my nails through moments ago. The switchblade in my other hand is still open as I toy with it. “It was a bad idea for the alphas to send me with you,” the guy says, peering at me with a satisfied smirk that I can just barely see past his facial hair. He’s a handsome devil. Maybe a half a decade older than I am. “I’m Sam, by the way.” “Didn’t ask.” I look away from him, adjusting my clothes back into place. “Let’s play the game where we pretend that didn’t just happen, and you go back to doing your job.” He chuckles, unfazed. “As you wish, ma’am.” In my peripheral, he makes a zipping motion over his lips, and I fight the urge to grin. “And don’t call me ma’am.” I hear it at home enough as it is, and it never sits right with me. “Yes, sir,” he quips. I shoot him a glare. He just smiles like an idiot. Sighing, I settle back in my seat and pretend to scroll on my phone for the rest of the ride, trying to ignore the man sitting next to me. My new bodyguard. Freshly hired just for me after my last one up and disappeared a few months ago. This guy definitely got the short end of the stick, having to follow my ass all the way across the country for his first assignment. We arrived in this mountain town an hour ago, winding through endless towering trees. I’ve never seen so much green before. I used to prefer the city. The dirtiness, the gritty underbelly of sex, drugs, and crime. That was my life back in New York. Back with my pack. Maybe this is the change I need before it all falls apart for real. When the partition between us and the driver opens again, I glance up