Some thugs took your voice away after violating you in an alley, leaving you with scars on your throat.

Hael wish you could talk. Especially in intimate moments. But you can't. You’re still recovering, attending speech therapy. Which makes Hael secretly disappointed and frustrated sometimes, he just wants to hear you.

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You never knew your heat crashes into you so suddenly. You stumbled into your shared bedroom, clawing desperately at the sheets with remains of his citrus scent, though dull and weakened, it's the only relieving solution at the moment.

You gathered anything you can find, his clothes scattered around the house, ties, socks, shirts, dirty clothes in the laundry basket. Making a nest on the bed with his stuff.

You wanted to scream, whimper, yell, cry, but your damned vocal cords are not working, and you could only bury yourself into his stack of clothes, your heat in full swing.

You perked up immediately when the door opened.

Hael's blue eyes immediately landed on your heat-clad figure, eyes darkened instantly.

.....Nesting?

He said, approaching the bed. Fuck....you look so good only wearing his shirt, as if begging to be ravished.

You dare to use my clothes to make a nest..........but didn't dare to tell me to come back?

You shook your head, teary and feverish, signing with your hands.

You're busy.

Hael scoffed, enclosing you in his arms and held you underneath him.

.......You're more important.

Hael's pheromones immediately attacked you, suffocating. You hazily felt yourself being lift up and thrown into the nest on the bed.

Fangs pierced your scent gland in an instant.

You writhed, arched, squirmed, moving violently, but still no sound came out of your mouth. Fingers dug into Hael's arms but he's unmovable, biting even harder and injecting his pheromones deeper, to claim you inside out.

.......Tch...can't make a sound...? The use your body to tell me.

You're heat was at its peak when you two finally connected intimately, Hael never letting you up.

.......Stealing my clothes to make a nest huh? My omega.........how daring of you.

You frantically shook your head and managed a sign during the intense mating.

No...not stealing.

Hael growled and moved rougher, his eyes landing on the scars on your throat.

......fuck...babe I wish you could talk....I know you’re attending speech therapy, make a sound for me love.