For one thing, she wasn’t trying to hump anything that moved or even anything that didn’t.

“Is she okay?” Cal asked, concern coated his expression.

I grunted, reaching across the center console before I could stop myself. I gripped her chin, lifting her face until she stared at me straight in the eye, even behind her hands that continued to try to cover herself.

In shame.That was what it was.

Attempting to lurch back, she didn’t get far. “Did you schedule a heat?"

She sniffled, looking at me like I told her the sky was purple.

I tried again. "Are you on something?”

Cal inhaled in shock at my question.

I repeated it.

She shook her head. Then, she paused.

Of course, she is.Fuck.

I let go of her chin, running the possibilities through my head. “What did you take?”

Nothing.

I ran my head through all the party drugs on the street lately. I asked her, one after another. She continued to shake her head.

What could it be? “Suppressants?”

She hesitated her constant shake of the head.

Bingo.

“Prescribed?” I asked. No. “High dose? Black market?”

Again, she looked away with the hint of fear and shame written all over her. I hated the way it smelled, acidic, and like I’d do anything to stop it.

But right now, we needed to get to the bottom of this. “Recently?”

Yes.

“Did you take it, or did someone make you take it?”

"What is going on?" Cal cried. Now I had an emotional beta as well as omega.

Because, somehow, Cal was in love with a beta.

She just wasn’t a beta at all it turned out. Turned out that our beta sniffed out an omega better than any alpha. I needed to remind him to enter the lottery. Especially considering that I had a feeling whatever she was on concealed her well enough that he couldn’t have known.

None of us might’ve. Not until someone wanted them to.

I couldn’t stand the thought that someone made this happen to this omega now writhing in pain.

"I don't know yet," I snarled. "All I can think is that someone has forced her into a chemical heat."

"What?" Cal's eyes widened.

"No no no."