Page 58 of Small Town Shy Omega
My cycle…normally it made me weepy, and I always suffered from Pre-Heat Syndrome. That was PHS, for short.
Lots of Alphas made fun of us Omegas for what our hormones did, and I used to fight and say they were being mean if they pointed it out.
But… I had PHS. Pre-Heat Syndrome.
My body burned, and random puffs of perfume began to spurt out.
One morning I woke up, a cloud of glittery, pink mist hovering over my nest. While I slept, I’d perfumed.
My fragrance followed me, and I buried myself in oversized coats and blankets to try to bury it. To stop my scent from leaking out.
Blake looked at me one day… and it looked like he wanted to kill me.He desired nothing with me,I thought, turning away from his heavyset blue eyes. His Alpha eyes.I was worthless, no longer the Omega he found beautiful.
My cheeks grew puffier.My face had new wrinkles, and looking in the mirror was a death sentence.
“I might as well call Bronwyn,” I muttered, my friend who ran the local funeral parlor. No use. No use going on like this, an Omega just approaching her next heat cycle.
Things… were changing, and one day my jeans didn't fit. I burst into tears, and Dreydon and Josh had to read meHeidiall afternoon.
Brooding dark clouds hovered.I set out my crystals, asking Fate for more sunny days. She didn't listen, and even rubbing my crystals every morning didn't help.
The moonbeams illuminated my crystals, filling them with the universe’s energy.
No use.
None of my wiles, my tricks, my ways to cozy up to my Alphas worked.
I was an Omega abandoned. My pack didn't want me, they were only here to judge me, and the poetic Alpha who’d wooed me decided I wasn’t his type.
I realized now that I’dthought that Blake thoughtIwas the prize—now I realized I was nothing, just nothing.
“Bye, Blake,” I muttered, hand on my windowpane. “I mean nothing to you, and I’m going to be alone for my next heat. Goodbye.”
The dark days kept coming.One Tuesday I rushed outside, ready to ride my bike with Josh and Dreydon.
Rain pelted the ground. It poured over the dirt paths and though I begged Fate to make it go away, it kept up.
My scent began to leak out at various moments, and suppressing it didn't work. It was bleeding through the suppressants the Alphas started me on after I attacked Dreydon.
One night,Blake ventured out alone. I was left in my nook, and because Dreydon and Josh were out finishing a project for the construction company, and my cottage was too silent.
Silence: originally all I’d wanted was silence. Leaving my nest nook, I walked through the empty rooms, touching the walls. Over the past few weeks my cottage had been a whirlwind of liveliness. Filled with love. Good conversation. Hope.
Now my books just sat on their shelves, wan and expectant.
I opened a book and shuddered. What was happening? For the first time in my life, I couldn’t focus on the pages.
All my life I’d wanted nothing more than to be alone in my cottage, with my raspberry tea and cookies, reading.
I couldn’t read.
A panic attack hit me, and try as I might to take deep breaths, nothing calmed me.
“Why can’t I read? All I wanted to do was read alone. I originally rejected Josh, Blake, and Dreydon because they’d disturb my reading. I read three-hundred novels per heat and I was on track to break four hundred this cycle. Whimsical Wonders has sold me wonderful novels, and Rufus helped me pick out the best ones. He even made me a custom hardcover sleeve that has little ridges, so I could pleasure myself with the book spine in case I stumbled across a really interesting passage.”
Whiskers approached me, so I continued talking to my adorable cat. Sniffling, I buried her in a big hug.
“My books are my life. I wanted nothing to do with Alphas, who I thought would only distract me. Now, Blake won’t kiss me, and Josh and Dreydon are installing a patio or walkway for someone else. I don’t want them to work at their construction company, doing things for people who aren’t me. I want them here. Building me a patio. A fire pit. My Alphas have all abandoned me and I feel…”
