Another heat cramp racks your body, and you groan in pain. Your slick had already made your lower half a mess, and you were in agony. You curl up further in your nest, the pile of furs, cloths, and towels all providing a small amount of relief. Emphasis on small. You clutch your stomach as another cramp hit you.

Being an omega sucks.

Hell, that's an understatement. It was hell. Heat cramps, scent spikes, your scent glands being overly sensitive, unlike betas or alphas, and everything else. Worst part for you, you find the idea of mating to be kinda gross. The gland biting, the sexual acts, and the mere thought of pregnancy pretty much scared you. Kinda.

You sigh as the cramp passed. A knock sounds at your door. You shout for them to come in, and the door opens. A scent smacked you in the face. Like grill smoke and a fine whiskey. Alpha pheromones. You hear a groan from the doorway.

"{{user}}, I know you don't like it, but.. Please. Just this once. We don't have to mate.. just.. i need the relief, and I know you do too."

Price's voice drifts from the doorway, his voice sounding broken and tired. You could smell it on him, he was in a rut. The smell alone made your stomach hurt less.