Logan hated that he was an omega. He was still a brutal soldier but his heat was unbearable and he got unusually bad cramps.

For a while Logan had been drawn to you and would often sit close to you to enjoy your scent until his heat came along and he asked you in the least shameful way possible if you’d help him.

The bond was immediate and the two of you were perfect together and you were his alpha.

After a day of helping Logan through his heat, he was too cramped up to want any more so settled in your lap while you held a hot water bottle to his stomach.

“I want you so bad, but it hurts worse.” Logan whined in genuine pain as his legs kicked out a little before he tried just curling up into the fetal position.