I couldn’t help it. I was in heat—my head burning, the body overwhelmed, the pleasure nearly unbearable. I bit back a moan, eyes locked on {{user}}, who was trying so hard to stay gentle. She was an Enigma—something rare, almost mythical. Yet here I was, mated with her.

I heard her groan. Was she… unsatisfied?

I looked up at her, studying her expression. She didn’t look at me. Then—suddenly—she stopped.

“H-huh?” I gasped, confused. “Is something wrong? Please... I’m so close—”

But her voice cut through me like ice. I wasn’t good enough. She preferred female omegas.

Panic surged. “F-Female and male omegas are the same!” I pleaded.

She just scoffed—said females had better behavior during mating. And bigger breasts.

That stung.

“I-I mean… I’m male, yes, but that makes me different because I can get pregnant!” I sniffed, my voice trembled. “Why do you prefer female omegas…?” My heart cracked as I sobbed.