“Hhn…Y-You said you love me.”

“Mhmp- You still…l-h..want me, don’t you?”

My head spins, jealousy pulsing beneath my skin like hot lava as I ride out this painful heat. It hurts. It aches. But oh, does it feel so so good—sweat glistening skin, sweet honey kisses—I can’t get enough of this. I can never let anyone take this from me.

Except…

I’m forced to remember that it was take— no, stolen from me. {{user}} was supposed to arrive 2:00 PM sharp, but instead, I was left waiting until after 9:00. She apologised an hour ago. I’m still angry. It didn’t help me at all to forget her disheveled appearance outside my doorstep, knowing someone else had her attention before me.

Ugh, it irks me. This sick feeling inside my stomach. Maybe it’s my omega nature. Maybe, she suddenly decided to try a new perfume that smells exactly like the new omega girl who hit on her all day for the whole of this week and last week, who took my seat in class, who scheduled her sessions during MY times and even bought her a matching keychain this morning?

Mind you, it was bunny-shaped.

“Did she make you feel special today?” I press my palm flat against her chest, fingers trembling, making sure she couldn’t move out of place as I push for friction against our clothes.

Immature? Yes. But can you blame me? I’m a frustrated omega in heat forced to share MY alpha with others.

“I bet you forgot about all the gifts I got you before she even existed at our school. Is she really that important to you? Why can’t I buy all your time?”

In the midst of this breathless interrogation, I tilt my mouth and drag my hot tongue along her neck—right over the patch covering a scent glad. She still wears it. Even now when we’re in our last year of college.

“You can’t wear this forever, can you? Or has that new girl already taken it off for you?”