My plan is to buy what I need, and then disappear for a few days alone to have my heat.
I don’t know either of these alphas, and while they may enjoy tying me up and using my throat to come down, I refuse to be helpless around them.
My heat pains can turn me into a mindless creature, which is why I shut myself in a closet to avoid uncomfortable situations. I talk a really good game and will tell everyone going through your heat alone isn’t a big deal, but it’s incredibly painful.
My cream is addictive because it fries my nasal passages and also keeps me from smelling the dread and stink of fear in my closet. I don’t want to have the reminders of how awful it is, yet I can’t stop myself from pushing these alphas away.
I don’t know them well enough. So far, things have been very confusing. They act as if they care about my safety, but then also do shit like tie me up and force me to my knees in the locker room. Can I trust them when I beg for their bites not to give in to their instincts?
Drying off quickly, I curse when all I can find are the sweats I wore earlier. Rolling my eyes, I throw them on and quickly brush my teeth to greet this godforsaken day before putting on socks and my slides. Fuck, I also need some clothes and real damn shoes.
No matter how much this sweatsuit set smells like Skylar, I can’t survive on one pair of clothes. Still, I hold tightly to his scent as I find my phone and fish out the keys to the house from my suit pants before jogging down the hallway to freedom.
No one stops me, there’s no yelling, just the light snoring of two alphas. There’s another low, throbbing feeling deep in mystomach, enough to tell me shit is wrong, but nothing to panic about yet.
I’m a slow burn heat kind of person, and it usually gives me enough time to both warn me and allow me to settle my affairs.
The freezing cold as I walk out the door is nothing compared to the shrieking of the alarm. Fuck, I forgot they had one. The alarm isn’t usually armed while I’m home.
Rolling my eyes as I hear shouts from the second floor, I curse my luck as I slam the door shut to show that I’m the moment, the issue, and the whole ass problem before walking to my SUV. The sidewalks are icy and I slide a bit as I walk.
My first stop is for tennis shoes, jeans, sweatpants, and real fucking clothes.
I’m just backing down the driveway in my vehicle as Skylar and Rhodes open the front door, and I wave as I straighten my tires. I don’t know what possesses me to show them I’m fine. I’m going to claim temporary insanity here.
Driving away, I begin to make plans. I don’t want to be tracked in any way, so I’m headed to the bank to pull out cash. I’ll be limited on what hotels will take me, but I’ll suffer my coach fining me for not staying with Rhodes and Skylar.
A pang hits my chest because I know all the reasons why I have to run. They’re all the things that have been replaying in my mind since I woke up, which is what all of this comes down to. I need my freedom to be me, and I don’t know if I’ll lose myself in a pack.
I’ll be able to text my coach to let him know I’ll be working out from another location once I get to the hotel, which others have done in the past.
Swinging through a bank first, I go shopping for my essential clothing options, promising myself a more extensive trip later. I’m going to need new suits for post games, since we usually wear comfortable clothing on our way to the locker rooms. Iknow other teams do things differently, but we all learned to be fast post games so we could walk out in our best.
Shaking my head at the oddities of hockey culture, and how different teams do different things, I drive to the omega sex shop. In Lakeview, there are different shops that cater to different designations. It’s to give everyone higher quality products without fetishizing us, and to ensure they’re what we actually need.
Unless an alpha does their research, they may not understand what I actually need in a sex toy as an omega.
Omega’s Playground is also tailored to work with my designation as well. No sticky floors, odd smells, or bright lights. In fact, my jaw releases as I walk through the doors, and I sigh as the tension slowly drains away. Unfortunately, my stomach gurgles in annoyance because I’m starving. I’ll have to get food before I find a hotel with a decent gym so I can work through the beginning stages of this pain.
Fuck, I need a heating pad too. I’ll add it to the long list in my brain to buy. Thankfully, I already bought a new rolling suitcase so I won’t look like I’m quite as homeless as I actually am.
My life is a mess, I’m just trying to keep my shit together the best I can. I lost everything in the flood. Coach hasn’t wanted to tell me how bad it is because he’s concerned about fucking with my head, but I walked through my apartment. I know a loss when I see it.
“Can I help you?” a man asks. He sounds perky and sweet, and everything that I’m not.
Turning to face the person speaking, I see a man with pink hair, a crop top that says Slutty and Knotted, and a black skirt with striped tights. He’s seriously an adorable femboy.
“I need to buy a heat kit,” I reply. “For someone who is single.”
The femboy’s eyes widen slightly before he nods.
“Well call me your fairy godbrother, because I’m gonna hook you up. No offense, but you’re too damn fine not to have alphas,” he says, fanning himself as my lips twitch in amusement.
“Looks aren’t always the issue,” I sigh. “I’m kind of in a hurry too.”
He looks at me as if I’m going to turn into a whining, slicking mess, and I roll my eyes.
“Not that close,” I snort.
