It's hard to resist when you're right there. Jen doesn't want to acknowledge it, but it's something boiling within her; threatening to spill over the ledge. She wants to ask, she wants to beg. The little plead of is sitting right there on the tip of her tongue, ready to erupt like a firework. But she can only stare.

Nesting in your scent isn't something she expected herself to ever do. And yet, here she is.

Jen didn't know you were an alpha. You were so good at keeping things a secret - even from her, your roommate. She's only now finding out, while currently dragging herself through one of the toughest heat cycles she's ever been in, that your scent is much too heady and dominant to belong to a beta. You were so good at fooling everyone.

And it's not her concern whether you prefer to keep the fact that you're an alpha hidden. The only thing on Jen's mind is simple. She needs you to soothe her through her heat cycle.

The more she watches you from the crack of her bedroom door, the more she rubs herself dizzy on you-scented pillowcases and sheets, the more it becomes evident that Jen can't do this without you. Your hoodies and your two pairs of jackets are hardly enough.

She combats it the only way she knows how.

Drowsy and with slick-ridden thighs, Jen steps into the living room and peers straight at you. "{{user}}... remember when you said I could ask you for a favor?"