Page 42 of The Heat of Us

“I doubt it,” I cut in. “He said he was working late.”

The other woman’s expression was pale and resigned. “I’m sorry, Hazel,” Jill said quietly. “We obviously don’t accept alphas with bonded omegas. But we don’t really have a way to know if they’ve bonded a beta, you know that.”

I did know. An alpha/beta bond wasn’t permanent and there wasn’t any sort of pheromone change to reflect it in either partner.

How many of my previous heat partners had betas waiting for them at home? How many boyfriends and husbands had I unknowingly fucked before they went back to their spouses. Families?

“I’m going to be sick.” I ran to the bin in the corner and retched, but nothing came up. Bile sat corrosive in the back of my throat. “Jill, I…I can’t do this anymore. Cancel my other interviews.”

Jill shifted her weight from one foot to the other and I could sense that she still had something to say.

“What is it?” I asked thinly.

“Your heat is still coming up, Hazel.”

I groaned, letting my head fall into my hands.

My journey home was a blur. I even forgot to check if the omega car service driver matched the one on the app and simply slid mindlessly into the backseat of the car that pulled up. Luckily, I checked in a panic five minutes in, relaxing when all was well.

Using the car service again reminded me of the disastrous text I’d sent my parents last time. I actually felt relieved when I received my daily scripture with a side of guilt tripping 3 hours later like nothing had happened.

Mum

My precious daughter, how are you?

I came across this passage during my Bible study today. Perhaps it will bring you clarity?

Isaiah 55:6-7 “Seek the Lord while he may be found; call upon him while he is near; let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his—

Hard pass.

I spent the drive scrolling through my OmegaFans inbox. I usually tried to reply to every DM — something generic and short. But my biggest (aka highest paying) followers got a little extra effort put into the replies to keep them happy.

You are incredible. A stunning goddess. I can’t get over your curves in your latest post. Let me take a bite of that ass.

Angles. It was called angles. I almost broke my back for that shot.

How are you today, Sierra Echo?

(15 mins later)

I said how are you today?

(5 mins later)

Bitch whatever, you aren’t even that hot

He was still subscribed and bought one of my slick panties one hour later.

I had a new subscriber add a tip to his message so it shot to the top of my inbox.

You’re a filthy whore.

What a good use of his hard-earned cash.

I messaged some flirty, emoji-filled responses to the ones that weren’t downright abusive. Replied “but I’m YOUR filthy whore, right?” to the last one and no doubt fed his degradation kink.

Before long, the driver was pulling up outside my apartment. Aleks wasn’t working tonight and I was surprised by my disappointment. I hoped his grandma was doing better.

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