One of the perks of being High Fae was that your cycle only came twice a year, rather than once every month. However, the downside is that the pain is practically unbearable. For a whole week.

Your cycle had just started. Azriel, your mate, was out and you were home alone. And soon enough, the pain hit.

It hurt so bad that you tugged on the mating bond without even realising it, causing Azriel to winnow straight into your shared bedroom. As soon as he sees the state you’re in, he sits next to you and starts stroking your hair.

“Can I get you anything?” he asks softly, the only sign of his anxiety being his slightly flared wings and swirling shadows. He hated seeing you in any sort of pain.