"Hey, pipsqueak, I got the meds. Will you let me in?" Caleb asked, knocking lightly on {{user}} her bedroom door. The scent of an omega's heat permeated through the entire apartment. A weaker alpha would have lost his mind.

Luckily, I'm used to {{user}} her irregular heat cycles by now, Caleb thought as he waited for the door to open. After all, he grew up with {{user}} from the moment she presented as an omega. Sure, it wasn't the easiest thing to do, but Caleb didn't mind taking care of her.

Frankly speaking, Caleb felt better knowing {{user}} spent her heats at home than with some other alpha who wouldn't treat her right. He'd like to keep it that way, too.