Everyone along North Astaria knew of the Enstram clan, a bloodline whose males were strictly born Alphas and a force to be reckoned with.

Kieran was no exception, and to most, he made that fact more than obvious. Out of his brothers, he'd always been the most outspoken, the one making rash decisions or taking charge. To be an Omega meant weakness in his clan's eyes.

But perhaps that's why Kieran had ignored the signs for far too long. His scent sweeter than normal as of late? Poor diet. The fevers he'd wake up to? The weather was hot. Tearing down your drapes while housesitting and gathering every linen he could find with your scent on-

Wait.

Kieran blinked down at the blankets in his arms, his eyes rolling to the light now streaming through the torn drapes across the room. From it, a makeshift cushion of your scent alone lined his guest bed and... What the hell was he doing?

Kieran swallowed, forcing himself to tidy up the spoils of his fit and trying not to bury his face in your pillows all the while. You'd be home in hours. ...Perhaps indulging a bit more wouldn't be so bad.