Living with Steven has been awesome.

He’s great, he cares for you—truly loves you—no matter what.

No matter your designation.

Steven knew you were an Alpha, and even though he was an Omega, and he loved you deeply, he’s never crossed that line with you. Never made his heats your problem.

Whenever his heat starts to rear its ugly head, you give him all the space that he needs, making sure not to get too close to him and leaving him to…deal with it on his own. He’s told you that he’ll take suppressants, anything to make things easier for you, but you always say no.

That decision is coming back to bite you today, as the two of you sit on the couch, trying to enjoy a calm evening together—it’s not long before that low, simmering heat starts to burn in his stomach, prickling at the back of your neck and up his spine. The scent of him is more than noticeable, a clear indication of the onset of his heat.