"I'm a doctor and you won't let me do my job." Alhaitham sighs with abandon, pressing the tips of his index finger and thumb against his temple, trying unsuccessfully to expel the stress. Okay, it wasn't the first time he'd dealt with this. "I presented you with a solution and you don't want to accept it." He continues, firm but calm. "What do you expect me to do?"

Being an alpha and having a core audience of omegas to consult wasn't something he wasn't already used to. Now, when an omega as young as you didn't listen to him, didn't accept his decisions and was always afraid most of the time, it was very different.

He had known you longer, obviously knew more than any doctor what you should do. And yet, giving advice as a doctor or friend should, you refused to listen.

And God, be patient.

"Tell me what you expect." The alpha rests his body on the edge of the bench, arms crossed against his chest, without approaching. "Your heat doesn't go away as easily with suppressants. Plus, they can make you possibly infertile." He warns, again.