Donors can pay to have me as their dates at weddings, as a guest at private events, or companionship on luxury vacations for retired alphas. All platonic, a majority of them gentlemen.
Sure, if we have chemistry, we might fuck, but I don’t sleep with most of them.
Clients, however, have standing dates and guaranteed time with me. They pay my monthly fee, plus gifts and vacations. Only a few chosen donors who have proven to be generousandcan keep their possessive alpha side locked down become clients.
For the past year I’ve only had three: Zachary, Hunter, and Alric.
I’ve promised those alphas my heat, but it’s coming to the end of my time with them. I’ll have to wait till after my heat to find new ones, so I don’t have to temporarily vanish during the vetting process.
“I see,” she says. “Well, plan around it. They’ll understand,and there’s no avoiding it now. Remember to keep taking your scent blockers, though, because your heat pheromones will be very high. Will any of your alphas be joining you, or would you prefer a medically assisted heat?”
Prefer is a strong word. I wish I weren’t an omega at all; then I wouldn’t even be having this conversation.
I trust alphas with my bank account, but not something as intimate as my heat. Not after I saw how poorly my mother was treated during hers, when I spent the week afterward helping her recover, since none of her alphas had any interest in caring for her once they got what they wanted.
Omegas don’t get to remember most of their heat, and alphas get the only thing they actually care about: a week-long sex fest with no limits, and an omega, driven by lust and biology, at their mercy. There’s not even a guarantee they’ll remember to pour some water down their omega’s throat while their body becomes a vessel for someone else’s endless pleasure.
The urge to cry sneaks up on me and I pull the soft material of my knee-length coat a little tighter around me. “I’ll need it to be medically assisted.”
Dr. Rose gives me a curious look, but quietly hands me a glossy pink card with swirling letters.
Omega’s Comfort: A Luxury Medical Heat Facility.
“This is the best, but if you’re concerned about funds, I can schedule you to have it at your nearest hospital.”
Money isn’t technically a concern. Icanafford it, but I don’t want to. Thinking about all those thousands of dollars disappearing from my savings account makes me nauseous. Another price to pay for being an omega. Alphas don’t have to drop that type of money on something they can’t control.
“Omega’s Comfort will be fine.”
“Do you have a preference for location? They have a few in the city.” She writes everything down.
“The one in the shopping district.”
“Alright. You have my number if you need anything. I’ll send a message over to them. On your arrival date, they’ll send a heat practitioner and a driver, both betas, to come pick you up. Overnight visits start the night before your heat, so plan for an evening pickup. I will be on call, so if anything happens, I can be there in twenty minutes.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
“If you’d like to proceed with the shot, we can do that today.”
I nod. “Yes, please.”
She leaves and comes back, and within five minutes, I receive the shot. We make small talk about her pack while waiting to ensure I have no immediate adverse side effects. When I’m free to go, she leads me over to the attached pharmacy, where I pick up the orange bottle of painkillers she prescribed to deal with my eventual symptoms, and we say farewell.
I knew I’d eventually have to have my first heat—it’s in my DNA—but I had truly hoped for one more year. I dream of the day I can retire and quietly slip away from all the endless alpha attention.
Once I’m on the street, I pull out my phone. Four missed text messages are stacked on top of each other on my lock screen. I ignore them for the moment until I can call a car through an omega rideshare app. When my driver is six minutes away, I can finally respond.
Alric:
I’ll see you tonight. Dinner is at 6. 2288 Lakeview Circle.
Always an alpha of few words.
Madeline:
Leaving my massage now, see you soon.
I swipe on the next notification.
