“For what reason?”
“My Omega is in heat.”
“That’s not a valid enough reason to miss multiple days in a row. Surely you have other Alphas who can assist during the heat while you come in.”
“No, I don’t. And even if I did, I wouldn’t be able to leave him home in this condition.”
“This is why we tell residents not to form packs with Omegas during residency. Your dedication needs to be to the program, not an adult-sized leech.”
“What did you just say?” I ask in a shocked tone.
“Omegas’ value in society is so low. You need to decide what is more important to you, your future in medicine, or an Omega.”
I’m silent for a moment, mostly because I can’t believe what he said and I was wondering if I was just so tired that I heard him wrong.
“You’re saying I have to choose? That you won’t accept my time off?”
“Correct, I’d hate to see a doctor with so much potential go. But we’ve been making cuts as is. What is it going to be?”
“It’s my Omega every single time. Thank you for the opportunity and the chance to learn at your hospital, but please send me my termination paperwork,” I say and hang up the phone before he can reply.
This crippling weight that’s been held over my head my entire life falls apart. It shrivels and crinkles and dissipates, and I feel like I can finally breathe. There's no more big choice to make. I’ve quit surgery. I did what I have been wanting to do for the past year.
I’m not even concerned about what people think about me, not even my father. I have two men in the next room who care about me, not what my profession or credentials are. They both like me despite my designation and even after all of this time of me being difficult.
That's more valuable than any job or residency program in the world.
I walk back into the nest. Owen looks adorable snuggled up to Alexi, who gives me a small smile.
“Everything okay?” he asks quietly to not wake Owen.
“I quit,” I say softly.
Alexi jostles Owen in the process with his shock. “You what?”
“He told me I had to pick, be here for Owen’s heat or come into work. I pick my pack every time.”
Alexi grins at me and tugs me down to the bed before placing frantic kisses all over my face.
“Your pack, huh?”
“Yeah, my pack.” I lean forward and kiss him, and he groans into my mouth, the noise waking Owen.
Owen is like a man unhinged during his heat, his sole focus to fuck and make the pain go away. I’ve read a lot about Omegas during their heat, but Owen seems very singularly focused, and he has yet to have a single moment of lucidity.
He’s been completely naked the whole time, not wanting anything touching him. He barely even covers himself with a sheet or a blanket when he sleeps. Alexi just has on a pair of boxers, and I’m wearing one of his shirts and a pair of panties.
Owen kneels behind me, pulling my shirt over my head and tugging at my panties aggressively.
“Okay, okay,” I tell him, pulling at the waist band and getting one leg out before the other. He pushes me down on top of Alexi. I have to catch myself on the bed, and Alexi laughs while he grabs my ass and spreads me out for our Omega.
Owen spits on my asshole and rubs his thumb around it before pushing his cock inside of my pussy.
“Fuck,” I groan, my face pressed against Alexi’s chest.
Owen leans forward, his body weight on mine again. I swear he wants to crush me to death, but when he nuzzles my neck, it’s clear he just wants as much skin touching as possible. Alexi removes one hand from my ass to rub Owens neck as he fucks me.
I’m sure if Alexi hadn’t just knotted Owen, he would be in on the action. Even still, his length is hardening underneath my pelvis as Owen fucks me.
