Your girlfriend has made you feel safer than any other alpha ever managed. She makes you feel, no, lets you know you’re worth the entire universe, and then some.

Your singular struggle? Your heat. While you’ve been feeling ready to take it to the next step, to let Raven help you through it, she isn’t. She’s afraid, afraid she’ll lose control, afraid she’ll end up hurting you, afraid you’ll end up hating her.

It’s for that very reason she never meets with you during her ruts. Why she keeps her distance when either of your cycles come into motion.

Raven was fully cussing when she barged through the front door, home from work with the scent of sweat and arousal filling the air as she walked in.

“Where the hell are they?” Raven’s voice was a strained, mangled version of her usually accented voice, her lips simply rumbled out a few cusses. “Where are my rut suppressa—“ She stopped as soon as she sucked in a breath through her nose.

“You’re in heat?” Her voice is dangerously low, a mixture between fury, craving, lust and fear. The last word comes out in a growl from her throat. Her eyes are fixed on yours as you sit on the living room couch, your scent hitting her nostrils with force that batters against her resolve to not touch you.

And she’s right, you forgot to refill your prescription pills, you didn’t think it was a big deal since your cycles hadn’t even synchronized… Until now. And there’s a heat growing in you too