Page 48 of Pucking With My Head

Go to alpha.

My body was making demands that my brain didn’t want to listen to. How long did I have before I would be completely lost to the heat haze?

Pressed against the door, I could make out every word they said to each other.

“She’s going into heat,” Jensen explained.

“What? How?” Gideon’s voice was shocked and almost frantic.

“I forgot to ask what suppressants she was on before I gave her the migraine medication. Clearly, it’s affected her system, and, yeah…I was just going to ask about taking her back to her dorm.”

“Bethany?” Gideon raised his voice so I could hear him clearly. “Would returning to your dorm be for the best?”

I shook my head before it dawned on me that they were on the other side of the door and obviously couldn’t see that.

“It doesn’t really have the facilities for going through a heat. Maybe in some other fancier buildings, but usually you need to book a heat suite in advance. I could try and ride it out in my dorm room, though. I just need to get back there.”

“Is your dorm secure?” Gideon asked. “From what I’ve seen, it isn’t.”

“Well, it’s better than nothing!” I growled.

“No fucking way. The smell of an omega in the building would be way too much—she wouldn’t be safe!” Jensen said.

I stilled. That was something I hadn’t considered…how easily an alpha could break in. It wasn’t like I could say no when I was lost in the throes of my heat.

My chest constricted as panic started to well up and a sob escaped my chest. “What do I do? It hurts!”

And boy did it fucking hurt. I hadn’t gone through a full mature heat before, thanks to my fathers putting me on medication before I even had tits.

“We can help you through this. It’s not ideal…but we can do it.” Jensen’s voice was strangled.

Not ideal?

Inexplicable rage filled me. His tone was so confusing. Did he want to fuck me through my heat, or was he looking at it like a freaking chore?

Grabbing the first thing my hand touched, I whirled around, stood with alarming speed, threw the door open, and tossed the toilet roll I had picked up at Jensen’s head with surprising accuracy.

“I am not a fucking chore to be done!” I growled, grabbing another projectile and throwing it at the startled alpha. He was so shocked, it took him a moment to raise his hands to protect his face from the flying paper.

“I didn’t say it was a chore!” Jensen said, utterly appalled.

Gideon stood to the side, a small smirk on his face, enjoying the scene that was unfolding in front of him. “You really don’t know when to pick your words, idiot.”

Thoroughly deflated, I turned to Gideon, bending over slightly, resting my hand on the wall as another wave of cramps threatened to overtake me. “Take me back to my dorm?”

Even as the question left my lips, I knew it was a bad idea. Being in an enclosed space with him would just lead to me crawling into his lap and begging him to fuck me.

Gideon grimaced and shook his head. “I don’t think I can do that. I’m not going to take you back if you won’t be safe.” He turned to Jensen. “Is there anything you can give her for the pain?”

“Not really. If she’s had a heat within the last year, we can probably numb it with medication, and then she can ride it out here?” he asked questioningly.

“I’ve been on medication since I was, like, thirteen,” I admitted.

Both their eyes widened.

“Have you ever had a heat?” Jensen asked.

“Nope.” I gritted the word out, clutching my stomach with one hand. “I planned to save that until I was settled down with a pack. Heats make omegas do stupid things.”

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