Pack Next Door: A Reverse-Harem Omegaverse Rom-Com (Sweetwater City Reverse Harem Omegaverse) by Ella Beck

Author:Ella Beck [Beck, Ella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2026-03-03T00:00:00+00:00

My house is wrong.

I knew it the second I stepped inside, but now, with my heat clawing at my insides, it’s unbearable.

The air feels heavy and too still. My own scent hangs in it, thick and sweet and lonely.

I try to build a nest in my bedroom.

I drag every blanket I own onto the bed. The thin comforter from the closet, the throw from the couch, the old quilt my aunt sent me last Christmas. I stack pillows. I make a little hollow in the middle and crawl into it, tugging fabric up around my shoulders.

It looks like a nest. Sort of.

It doesn’t feel like one.

The mattress is too firm. The sheets smell like detergent and me. Just me. No warm beta notes at the edges, no alpha spice curling through the cotton.

I grab Declan’s hoodie from the laundry hamper and bury my face in it, inhaling so hard my chest hurts.

It helps. A little.

I pull it on over my head, needing the weight of it, needing the smell of him. Under the detergent is the faint, unmistakable smell of him. And under that, the others. The ghost of their nest clinging to the fabric.

It just makes the ache worse.

I curl up tighter, fists twisted in the hoodie, and try to breathe through the waves of heat rolling over me.

It’s getting worse. Fast.

My skin is too hot. My thighs are slick. The ache in my belly has sharpened into something almost painful, a hollow need that makes me whimper into the pillow.

I shift. Every movement drags fabric over my skin and sparks along my nerves.

I’ve done this alone before, I remind myself. I survived. It sucks, but I can do it. Three days. Maybe four. I have food. I have water. But a sharp cramp twists low in my abdomen. Tears spring to my eyes.

I’m shaking.

Heats are hard enough with a partner. Alone, they’re brutal. And this one already feels different. It feels hotter, more desperate. Like my body has finally noticed there are four very attentive neighbors next door and is filing a formal complaint.

I roll onto my back, staring at the ceiling, breathing too fast.

You can do this.

A whimper cuts through all the positive self-talk as pain clutches low in my belly. Tears swell in my eyes.

I can’t do this.

I grab my phone off the nightstand with a shaking hand. The screen swims; I have to blink a few times to focus. My fingers hover over the keypad, trembling.

I shouldn’t.

They’ve already done so much. Letting them see me like this, all sweaty and shaking and needy in a sad little blanket pile feels like stepping off a cliff.

But I keep hearing Eli’s voice. If you need anything at all…

My thumb moves before I’ve really decided. To my messages. To the new contact in my phone:

Eli.

I type one word.

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