No heats.
No packs.
Money over love.
If I wanted a committed relationship with alphas, this wouldn’t be an issue, but I will never be part of a pack.
All I’ll ever have are clients.
As a sugar baby, this was always going to be a problem. I’ve madea lotof promises about my first heat to too many of my clients, without any intention of keeping them. Pretending to give wealthy alphas a chance to live out their wildest heat fantasies keeps them paying me each month. They’re generous men who provide for my every want and need to gain access to me while I focus on my travel photography. I spend a year dangling the promise of sharing my heat with them—and then I disappear.
On to the next.
Heat suppressants have prevented me from ever having to follow through with any promises.
It has to be like this.
Sometimes, my clients like to imagine there’s more between us than transactions, no matter how clear I make things fromthe start, but they face that reality when I leave without a second glance.
Dr. Rose looks at me with sympathetic eyes and my stomach drops, knowing her answer.
“I’m sorry, I told you this last year. You’ve been on suppressants since you were nineteen and your body needs a rest from all the synthetic hormones. We’ve delayed it for six years, and you knew this was coming. Once you have one heat, we can get you right back on your medications, alright?”
She sets a pamphlet on heat preparation on the counter next to me while dread makes itself at home in my gut.
The pamphlet features a happy omega with big, bouncy curls, surrounded by four alphas staring adoringly at her on a large, fluffy bed.
I’d rip it up, but Dr. Rose doesn’t deserve my misplaced anger. Instead, I beg.
“Please. I can’t afford to take time off work right now. Give me a few more weeks?”
I hope the desperation is clear on my face.
“Madeline…” Her lips purse. “You were supposed to be here for a pre-heat checkup, but I understand this is a serious matter and you’re nervous about having your first one. I will make an exception, I’ll give you a shot to hold off your heat for about two weeks, but you’ve already surpassed your window of having a smooth transition. You’re putting your body at risk.”
I perk up, ignoring that last part. I can handle a shot.
Dr. Rose continues, “The side effects may be unpleasant, though. It will set off a faux heat. You might be extremely tired, experience flu-like symptoms and extreme bouts of sexual urges during that time, since your body will start to demand a proper heat rather quickly. You will need toys or alphas nearby, as your omega side will try to take over, but you will remain in your right mind. Orgasms will keep the cramps and nausea away. It’smore like a Band-Aid, but it will give you a few weeks to make plans for your true heat.”
It will be a shitty two weeks, but I can manage. “Thank you so much! I’ll take any extra time I can get.”
“Are you still seeing clients, or will I need to provide a medical note to an employer?”
“Seeing clients. Hence me not being able to take time off work.”
If I wanted a pack, I’d have taken one of the thousands of opportunities available to me since I presented. Sugar babying works for me. I love the money, sex, and travel that comes with it. As a sugar baby, I have two types of alphas: clients and donors.
Donors are alphas whowantto be clients. I’ll let them send me money and buy me dinner. It’s part of the vetting process to see if I like them enough to become clients.
