Andy's POV
After about a month of living with Ash, I stopped trying to fight the attraction and just decided to hide it away from him instead. The mention of his girlfriend always irritated me, but of course, I didn't make my irritation evident but would instead try to change the subject immediately.
I've been a pro at cloaking my scent ever since I was eight years old because of the warlock magic in me due to my mother being a warlock. I wasn't supposed to be able to do that because I was an omega, but thanks to the little bit of warlock magic inside of me, it made it easy to cloak my scent. So, I could easily cloak the scent of my jealousy towards his girlfriend each time he starts to say something about her.
The only downside of the cloaking gift was that it was a little harder for me to cloak my arousal scent and the smell of slick leaking out of my hole. It was hard for me to cloak my scent whenever my heat was a few days away.
What made it worse for me was the fact that Ash's alpha's sense of smell was extra sharp and sensitive because he was a pure blooded alpha, which made it very easy for him to pick up even the faintest scent of my pheromones in the air, and then he'd proceed to pin me with a look that would send shivers down my spine, and I'd flee his presence before he could blink.
I covered the cupcakes with a carton after poking holes in it to ensure air kept entering and leaving the pan through the holes, before putting the decorations ingredients away and making my way into my room. The time was a little past seven in the evening when I made my way into the bathroom Ash and I shared. I washed away the sweat and flour off my body, and once I finished, I dressed up in light cotton blue shorts and a large hoodie since the clouds were getting darker, signaling the incoming rain.
I sat by my reading table and glanced into the mirror on the wall before me; my blue eyes were a bit brighter, and my skin seemed to be glowing a little more than usual, which only meant one thing, my heat would be showing up in a few more days.
I let out a slight groan, I disliked my heats so much, but there was no way I could stop it from coming; if not, I'd have done so a long time ago.
The heat was something only Omegas went through once they matured enough to have babies. Whenever the monthly heats arrive, it gives a few days symptoms like the glow [to make the Omegas appear more attractive and desirable to any alphas surrounding it the moment the heat comes], tiredness [to ensure the person gets enough sleep since Omegas Are not expected to sleep a lot during heat and should instead be getting bred], mood-swings [like a woman's period monthly flow affects the system routine, so does an Omega's heat affect theirs], releasing more potent pheromones [they were like a thick scent of the omega, it always smelled so strongly and enticing. It was something omegas bodies release, to make them utterly irresistible before the heat finally arrives], and some other pre-heat symptoms.
An Omega was always to use their suppressants each time they were attending classes or anywhere public, in order to suppress the pheromones that increase in folds once their heats were around the corner; to avoid getting unwanted attention from Alpha Wolves and rogues who wouldn't be able to resist the scent of an Omega in heat, or about to get their heats. The alpha's system and brain was made to always respond to the Omega's heat's pheromone pulls because they were animals and would always have those animalistic urges in them. There was a lot of Alphas out there who were sensible and respectful enough to not touch an Omega against their will, unlike the dumb and stereotypical ones that would openly molest an omega and blame it on the irresistible pull of the omega's heat.
Those on their heat without mates who were also not in any relationship with an alpha took care of themselves with sex toys with knots at the base of the plastic dick, because whenever it comes, it always comes with this strong urge to be bred with an alpha's pups, and would never get satisfied unless they get knotted by an alpha. A knot sex toy was a bearable replacement for those without mates and an alpha boyfriend, compared to the real thing, which would be pulsing with warmth to the touch.
An omega's heat was always too intense to ignore, and it came along with cravings, emotional overload, and the urge to get owned, to belong to someone, to be claimed by an Alpha. I have been single since my last boyfriend back at home and have since then been taking care of my heats myself.
My ex was an alpha, and I had thought being too possessive and territorial was sexy back then, until it got to the point where my ex strangled a fellow Alpha to death before me in public and had almost set me on fire out of rage and jealousy all because I exchanged a hug with the said alpha, who went too forward and pressed a kiss on my lips– all because we've been flirting the whole day, which probably made him read too much into my playful flirting.
Since then, I've been wary about dating and have decided to stick to my knotted dildos and vibrators to see me through each heat. Although, I wouldn't mind my roommate helping me with my heat.
A part of me was glad he was single once again, but the thought only played around in my head for a little bit since I knew how low-spirited he was about it; I guess he was into his ex-girlfriend more than I had thought.
I pulled open my drawer where my suppressants sat and grimaced on seeing only a piece of suppressants in there. An Omega was never supposed to run out of suppressants, and I've learned that since I became a teenager, but here I am, at age nineteen, with only one suppressant staring back at me from my drawer.
Going to the store tomorrow to get a restock was risky since my heats tends to hit at the most unexpected times, and one piece of suppressants was enough to hold off the scent for just thirty minutes. The stupid thing couldn't even last me an hour, and the store was a bit far from our apartment.
I wasn't scared of Ash taking advantage of me due to the pull of my heats, and I knew that even if it happened, I would appreciate his presence. We'd be able to blame it on the heat's pull later, but that has never been the case; due to Ash's solid and sharp senses, we had both agreed for him to excuse me for the five days every month until my heat was over. That plan has been working quite nicely since we started living together. All I had to do was to tell him two to three days to the primary day and also to text him once it starts to ensure he doesn't come home throughout that period.
"I'm so fucked." I groaned as I slammed the drawer shut and ran my comb through my bleached-out hair for a couple of moments. My natural black hair has been bleached to a deep purple since I turned sixteen, and since then, I've been retouching the roots once a few months. The purple curls fell into my face once I ran my comb through it, and I threw my head back until all my hair flew back with that motion. I quickly packed my hair into a bun on top of my head with only a few curls hanging around my face.
I lifted my fingernails and inspected the cracked and scratched surfaces, my nails required another coat of some nude-colored paint. Still, I knew Ash would be here soon, so I decided to do it another day since the damn nail paint took way too long to dry off, and I planned to spend tonight hanging off Ash, something I wouldn't be able to do with wet nails.
Once I heard Ash approaching the door with my wolf's sense, I slowly licked my lips and puckered it a little in the mirror. It was still a little bit shiny from the lipgloss I applied this morning, so I left it as it was as I pushed to my feet and exited my room.