Chapter 1
Madeline
Friday
“I’m denying your request for another round of heat suppressants. It would be medically unsafe for you to continue delaying your heat.”
Panic rises in my chest. “Please, Dr. Rose. It’s not a good time for me to have my first one. If you let me skip it for one more cycle, then I’ll have more time to prepare.”
There’s not really anything I need to plan for; I’m honestly lucky I’ve been able to avoid it for so long. I’m justterrifiedto have my first heat.
As an unbonded omega, I only have two options: overly eager alphas, or a medically assisted heat—which is a really nice way of saying “medically induced coma due to horny hormones.”
IVs, sedation, and beta nurses who try to keep you comfortable—until you’re nearly comatose—to survive alone for the worst parts. A clinical heat sounds terrible, but as an omega who refuses to have my heat with clients, it was alwaysgoing to be the only option. It’s one of my nonnegotiable rules for being a sugar baby.
Get paid and move on.
Always wear scent blockers.
Never catch feelings.
No sleepovers.
No knots.
No real names.
Alpha-free home.
