Page 84 of Curvy Dirty Omega

And apparently, today was that day.

Sliding down against the door, I sank onto the floor, feeling the cold tile through my tights and skirt. It helped ease some of the feverish symptoms, but the suppressants weren’t working as quickly as they usually did and I was trying really fucking hard not to freak out about that.

My entire body was trembling now and every inch of my skin was on fire. My clothes felt like sandpaper and I clutched my skirt to keep from tearing everything off. Even my bones fucking ached, but all of that was nothing in comparison to the ache between my legs.

The emptiness was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

All my heats had the same symptoms, but they’d never been this bad. It had always felt more like a weird cold. My stomach would hurt and the fever never failed to give me a migraine. The only way to get through with minimal pain was to fuck betas and then have Franke cuddle with me in between partners.

Now…

I think I finally understood why omegas took off a whole week during their heat cycle, because I really didn’t think anything could ever fill the bottomless pit of need inside of me. It would take…I had no idea what it would take to end this pain that was so fucking intense I was doubled over like I’d been sucker punched right in the gut.

God, it hurt so bad.

I reached for my phone, sweat dripping down my temples and neck, soaking into the sweater I couldn’t take off. Not here.

If the suppressants weren’t going to start working soon, I had to call someone to get me the fuck out of here.

Walking was impossible right now with how badly my legs were shaking – almost like that time I’d stood at the edge of a cliff with Frankie to go bungee jumping. I’d never been so scared in my life about something so stupid, but that feeling was exactly like this.

Only this time I wasn’t afraid of how high up we were – I was terrified of what would happen if these suppressants didn’t work.

Liam was already so sensitive to my pheromones and with my new symptoms, I had no idea how potent they really were. Would the suppressants at least dampen my scent? If not…

How much longer until I burned through my scent blockers?

I unlocked my phone with one hand and grabbed my gun with the other, instantly comforted by the cool weight of it.

Should I call Liam first?

No, I didn’t want him to find me like this in case my suppressants started working. I didn’t know how to deal with a normal alpha affected by my heat let alone a legacy alpha.

Thankfully, I’d put that doctor’s number into my phone as soon as I had the chance. He was the only one who might actually be able to help me since he had the most up-to-date information on my pheromone levels.

It was difficult to hold onto the phone and select the contact I needed, but I didn’t want to use a voice command and let anyone know what was going on either.

For the first time in my life, I was getting to experience the very specific fear an omega had with an unexpected heat that even a strong suppressant couldn’t touch. I’d always felt pity before, but now I felt horrified. They really went through this every single time?

Why did it have to be like this?

Maybe I wasn’t the defective one if this was how it was supposed to be. Nothing about this experience felt normal or natural. I just wanted to go home and get wrapped up in my blankets, but I didn’t want to go there alone…

Finally, the doctor picked up. “Ms. Parker? Is everything okay?”

Nathan had to know I wouldn’t call unless it was an emergency. Liam had definitely picked a good one.

“Actually…” Jesus, was that my voice? Why did I sound so fucking seductive and yet desperate at the same time? I cleared my throat and tried again, pressing my thumb to the safety of my gun. “I think I started my heat cycle. I took two of my emergency suppressants, but they aren’t working like they usually do.”

The silence on the other end of the line freaked me out even more. This was bad, wasn’t it?

Shit, what if Liam wasn’t the only alpha who could scent me?

“Do you know the brand and the milligrams per pill?” Nathan sounded a lot different than he had the first time I met him. It made me suspect he’d spent a decent amount of time working in an ER before becoming the Valor’s personal doctor.

“It’s a max dose,” I whispered, pushing the safety off the gun…

Just in case.

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