Fuck my rules, they mean nothing to me now.
I quickly pull up Omega’s Comfort main number and hit the dial button.
“Thank you for calling Omega’s Comfort, where your heat is our honor. How can I assist you today?”
“My name is Madeline Hayes.”
“Hello, Miss Hayes, your drivers will be arriving at?—”
“Is it too late to change my mind about my heat? If I have alphas now, can I use them instead of going the medically assisted route?”
“Of course, what are their names?”
“Alric Monroe, Zachary Clark, and Hunter Anderson.”
“Okay, I’ll pass this information over to your heat nurse. They will need to show ID and sign some paperwork once they arrive. I’d like to confirm that Harper June is your emergency contact?” The nurse rattles off Harper’s numberas well.
“Yeah, she’s my best friend.”
“Excellent, and would you like this heat supervised or unsupervised?”
“What’s the difference?”
“Both will come with meal services and an emergency button that can be pushed at any time for any reason, as well as available nurses. The main difference is that in an unsupervised heat, no one will be watching periodically from behind the two-way glass to ensure everything is going as intended,” she explains. “Omegas who are using our provided alphas often prefer the supervision since they’re entrusting their care to strangers, no matter how delicious they might smell. Omegas with packs are more rare here. Some find having medical assistance close at hand very comforting, but do not wish to be supervised by any medical staff, and simply enjoy the meal service.”
I could have a nurse who would be there to ensure I didn’t end my heat bruised and limping like my mom? Is that why my dads always had their heats at home? So no one was there to tell them to be gentler, kinder? To see their omega as more than just a plaything for their own damn pleasure?
Did I need that with my alphas? Would it ease my fears about having a heat with them? Of course, but could I trust them with my heat alone with no one around, if I needed help?
Yes.
I’m so clouded with doubt and fear for the future, but one thing that’s crystal clear in this moment is that I can trust them to take care of me. No amount of mindless rutting and hormone-induced haze would stop them from treating me with the absolute care they always have.
The relief I feel at that realization knocks me down, and I collapse to the floor. I don’t need to be afraid for anothermoment.
“No supervision is needed, but the meal service would be great. If I need anything else, they can alert you.”
“Alright, this has all been noted in your file. Your ride will be on their way shortly, and we’ll see you soon.”
Everything in my brain is fuzzy, except for the clarity of wanting them. I hate potentially ruining their party for them, but I feel like I need to at least give them the option of my heat. If I know them like I think I do, they would never leave me to have my heat alone if I wanted them there like I do now. With shaking hands, I pull up all three of their names in a single chat.
Madeline:
I’m sorry I ruined everything. My heat is here and Omega’s Comfort is picking me up. They’ll take care of me, but I want you there. If you can’t make it because of your event or you changed your mind about me, I understand.
I know they’ll come, even if it means abandoning their launch party tonight, forfeiting celebrating all their hard work, and I hate to take away from that. I’ll try and think of a way to make it up to them for sacrificing something so important to be with me.
The four of us can build a life together, even if it’s not the life I planned. Maybe it could be better. I’ll be a good omega for them. I don’t want to fight this bond we share right now, I just want them here.
While I have my phone in my hand, I text Harper to help me get downstairs. I quickly french braid my hair so it will be out of my way for the next week and say a tearful goodbye to Bellini. I hate leaving her again, but I know she will be happy and safe with Harper.
She arrives quickly, taking my bag over her shoulder and her other arm going around my waist to ensure I stay upright.The headache crushing my skull is the worst I’ve ever had in my life. I lean on Harper even more.
“I asked them to be at my heat,” I mumble to her.
She lets out a delighted squeal. “Oh, babe, I’m so glad to hear that! You deserve to be dicked down by men who adore you.”
If I had the ability to smile, I would.
