I stare at it for a while, maybe even with a hint of hate. I’m still kinda hoping those pills are to blame for the lack of the so-called First Orgasm effect between me and Snow.
Everyone in AO society knows that when True Mates join for the first time, their torn souls reconnect. It’s supposed to cause this strange static effect: an electric ring of light, like fireworks swirling around them as their energy coils fuse back together.
But there are certain types of suppressants that can block that, and I just assumed this must be one of them.
I finish peeing, wash my hands, and pick up the box. I turn it over a few times, then pull out the leaflet and start reading the product description.
With every line, I feel sicker and sicker.
This suppressant turns out to be one of theweakestavailable!
Its primary effect is blocking the scent of pheromones, and even that’s mild. Snow can still sense the Allure of others, so it only works one way! He already knows my pheromonal scent, our mateship level!
And he’s been silent. Why?
There it is, clearly stated:this first-level suppressant does not block the First Touch or the First Orgasm effects.Yes, it lists them separately! It’s been clinically tested and approved as safe even for fated mates.
Still, it hasn't happened for us.
My breath hitches.
My heart speeds up.
This isfurther proofthat we arenotTrue Mates.
I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting the growing panic.
The last hope is flickering. Maybe we are some rare case? So many things fit. I’m drawn to him, I crave him, I can feel his energy—and when we touch, it’s like I can sense his thoughts. Hear them.
Still, no veradiol spike.
No dying from separation.
No First Orgasm.
So confusing…
I return to the bedroom and collapse onto the bed, glancing at Snow. His long lashes cast shadows over his chiseled cheeks.
I move closer, trying to catch his Allure but his suppressant is holding strong. I only breathe in the scent of his shampoo and shower gel, then I close my eyes.
Maybe when I wake up, I’ll feel a little more optimistic?
???
Unfortunately, no.
I wake up in a horrible, miserable mood.
The heat recovery is in full force!
Snow is still sleeping next to me, lost in a deep post-rut slumber, while the hormonal crash inside me grows more vicious.
I look at his bare back covered in those magical markings, at his long blond hair tangled across the pillow. He breathes so calmly, unaware in his sleep of the dark storm gathering over whatever this is between us. He has no idea how twisted up I am inside, the pain, the sadness, the realization that I can never really have him.
Snow is not destined for me!
Slowly, I slide off his bed, gather my clothes, and sneak out of the bedroom on my toes.
