Page 5 of Omega Ruined

"Is this normal?" I heard Lorne say as I dried myself off. He was talking softly, but I still heard his words.

"I talked to Lee, he said the extreme heats are why they're holding off on the trials right now. But apparently, the shots also increase fertility, so she should be pregnant this time. It compounds, too."

"So the more shots, the more likely she is to get pregnant," Lorne sighed. "It just seems really hard on her, and us, too."

"It will be worth it when we get to carry on our legacy," Charlie assured him.

Exhausted, I stumbled to the pack bed and fell into it, asleep in moments.

***

Every month, the routine was the same. Negative pregnancy test, injection, intense heats and knotting, leaving me physically and mentally drained.

The forced heats started faster each time until soon it was just an hour after Charlie pumped the pink liquid into me that the cramps and sweating would start. We had to plan each one for the weekend so the men were home, since I went into heat so fast. They set up the schedule after I hit my heat twice with no one there.

The alphas were going out more and more often. Where they used to head to the bar at night, now they were leaving any time of day, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before they disappeared out the door.

As soon as they left, I usually curled up on the sofa to nap. Even when I wasn't in heat, I was completely wiped out. It was a struggle to get my chores done and our dinners were often simple meals I could cook without standing at the stove all day. Every part of me was tired and it only got worse after each forced heat.

"Can we please wait a bit?" I begged one night at dinner, the stupid plastic test on the table, a single line showing. "I'm so tired, Charlie."

He sighed, looking at me. "If we wait, it will be another week. You know we have to be here for the weekend."

Tears welled up in my eyes, the only type of bodily fluid I seemed to be able to summon these days. "What if we skip a month?"

"That's too much time wasted," he said firmly. "Come on, you've been taking the prenatal vitamins, right? It's going to work this time."

"Please, one month." I turned my eyes to Melvin and Lorne, who both looked to Charlie.

"Are you going to let us into your bed during that month?" Melvin asked wearily.

After the pain I went through with each heat, I wanted nothing to do with the alphas between breeding sessions. If we waited a month, they'd have to abstain for an extra month.

My head hung. There was no way that was fair. The bonds hummed with their need for sex.

"We'll use lube this time, okay?" Lorne offered with a soft smile. "It won't hurt."

But it did. Just like every other time.

When I came out of that heat, I lay there in the sweaty nest, staring at the twinkle lights overhead and listening to the sounds of my alphas breathing around me. Even their scents bothered me now. When one of them started to smell stronger because he was turned on, my stomach churned.

Crawling out of the nest, I headed straight to the bathroom to wash myself. This time, they'd insisted on tipping me up so their cum would stay against my cervix for as long as possible. Charlie seemed certain it would work. I was certain I was broken.

Scrubbing my skin free of their scents, I ran a hand between my legs, feeling the swollen, sore skin there. They'd used lube when they remembered, but even that wore off far too quickly and I was rubbed raw, inside and out.

As I dried myself off, I looked into the mirror.

"That was the last heat," I said aloud. "Never again."

I told them at dinner that night, frozen pizzas that I managed to get into the oven before dropping into a chair. "I can't do this again. I'm finished."

"Your purpose as our omega is to give us babies," Melvin said, frowning. "Maybe you do need a break."

"I don't want 'a break' from back-to-back heats, I want to never have a heat again," I said roughly. My throat always hurt after my heats, from all the screaming.

"Olivia, relax. You'll feel so much better about everything when you have a baby in your arms," Charlie soothed. "This is it, I'm sure."

"No." I crossed my arms, staring at the stupid salmon on my plate. "I'm not doing another forced heat and I'm not eating another piece of fucking fish."