Sudden rut

The night was young and the wind was howling and breezy cold around the Parallel city. But despite this weather, Hassiba who was tremendously shaking was wobbly walking on the snowy path carefully holding a huge heavy box, heading to the biggest clothing company building—the Valensky Line.

“Hassi! What's wrong with you? I told you to deliver these fabrics tomorrow!” Hassiba smiled while looking at the man who rudely called her out.

“Shemil, sorry. But I don't want you to get scolded again just because of my team's negligence.” She apologetically smiled while giving the box to the man.

“It’s not your fault or your team's fault. It was because of the higher up. They're unbelievably unbelievable! Making us do witchcraft just to immediately tend to their needs!”

“Hush! Anyone could hear you . . .” she whispered, trying to hold her laugh. Shemil was dear to her. Even though Shemil belongs to a higher beta society, she was still kindly and gently treated by him. Even considering their relationship as best friends. And of course, Shemil knows her biggest secret.

“It’s okay. The bosses are on the highest floor, having an emergency meeting. Well . . . There are no beta guards around here either. As for you, come follow me. For I will never let you off with this kind of weather.”

“I’m fine. You know that I’m tough. Tougher than the . . . acho!”

“See? This is what I'm talking about!” Shemil held her hand and quickly dragged her to the staff room.

“Here. Drink this.”

“Is there something wrong, She?” Her gaze was fixed on her friend who was scrutinizing her, particularly her face.

“Are you in heat, Hassi?” Shemil touched her arm and forehead.

“Wha-what day is today?” She panicked and quickly rummaged through her sling bag.

“What the f*ck, Hassi. You even forget your heat cycle! Wait for me here. I'm going to buy your stuff outside.”

“Bu-but it was so cold outside. I-I think . . . I can still manage. And you see, I am wearing my hamp—”

“Why is that wet? Did you wear it in the shower?” Her eyes almost puffed out while holding a soaked hamper and were ready to fall off anytime. It's because the branded hamper cost a fortune. Hassiba can only use a forged one that cannot be exposed to water, for it will lose its damping purpose.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry . . .” she whispered while tears streamed down her cheeks. She couldn't help but drown in fear thinking about the negative things that would happen to her if ever her pheromones leaked and caught an alpha's attention.

“Shhh . . . Don't worry. Everything will be okay. Trust me.” Shemil hugged her and gently led her to a secret room.

“I-I’m scared . . .” she whispered while tightly holding her friends arm.

“Nobody will find you here. You know it's my room, right?” She nodded while wiping off her tears. She blinked her eyes trying to fight her fear away.

“I will be back. Okay? Don't be afraid. It's riskier to bring you outside. I have no choice but to buy you an inhibitor and hamper. Promise me that you will never come out of this room.” Again she nodded. But she knows that everything around her is starting to get strange, especially her body.

Hassiba could see her best friend's silhouette quickly fading in front of her. And the next thing she heard was the sound of the shutting door, making her realize that she was left alone in her weakest state.

“I-I need to take a shower . . .” She almost tripped trying to get into the bathroom quickly.

“Shaaa!” The strong water pressure coming from the shower head falls directly to her head. She even turned the heater off just to feel the freezing coldness of the water.

“Augh! This is not enough . . .” she cried out. This was her first time experiencing a rut without taking inhibitors.

“No . . . M-my pheromones . . . It's leaking,” she cried while breathing the air full of her peach-scented smell. With her remaining sanity, Hassiba took a handful of tissue and pressed it behind her ears. For Parallelians, unless they were marked, their pheromones will bring them troubles if left unhampered.

“Shemil . . . Please hurry.” She crawled back to the bed and quickly took her cell phone. ‘It’s been fifteen minutes and She hasn't returned yet.’

“Please pick up . . .” Agitation was written all over her face while waiting for Shemil to answer her call.

“Beep. Beep. Beep ”

“Augh, no! Please answer . . .” Her heart almost skipped a beat when her friend picked up the call.

“Hello, Hassi? I’m sorry. Can you wait for a little more? I-I bumped someone on the road. She— the girl looks bad . . .”

“A-are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

“No. Just a little forehead scratch. But the pedestrian, the girl, an omega . . . I have to go now. I promise to be back as soon as I can.” She knows that her friend is in deep trouble. Because in their world, the percentage of the female and male omega is beyond inferior to the number of alphas. In short, omegas like her are very much important for Parallelians propagation. So hurting an Omega is a serious crime, not unless the perpetrator belongs to the royal family. The royal dominant alphas.

“It’s okay, She. I'm glad that you're okay. I will be waiting then. Don't worry about me. Ju-just take your time. I-I can still take good care of myself.” When the call ended, Hassi was momentarily dazed. The reality struck her messy mind.

“Boohoo! What should I do now?” She helplessly cried and was ready to crawl back to the bathroom again.

“Hello? Shemil? Are you okay?” Her body froze when she heard a voice coming outside in Shemil’s room.

“Shemil? This is Amah. Are you okay? Shemil?”

“May-maybe she could help me . . .” Hassiba recognized the girl's name. She remembered that Amah is also a beta and was friends with Shemil. So she carelessly made up her mind and was determined for a little quick help.

“Ha-Hassiba? Why are you here? Where is Shemil?” ‘Great! She didn't know that I was in heat. How can I tell her that I need an inhibitor?’ Beta parallelians have no ability in smelling pheromones around them. They can only tell the difference between Omega and Alpha physically. But appearance can't always determine the kind of Parallelian's blood dominance.

“Hassiba? A-are you okay? You don't look that good. Oh! You're burning! Are you sick?” Hassiba subconsciously whimpered being touched on her neck.

“I-inhibitor . . . I-I need an inhibitor . . .” She was staggering while trying to be a little sane.

“Inhibitor? What do you need it fo—”

“Please . . .” She pleaded while holding Amah's arm. She could feel that her feet will soon lose their ability to support her weight. A faint smile plastered on her lip when she saw the realization on Amah’s face.

“I know what we should do.” Amah took her hand and helped her to walk. “You’re in heat and you didn't even wear a hamper. Are you trying to seduce every alpha in this building?” She could feel the frustration in Amah’s voice.

“No-no. Th-that’s not my intention. Hah! So hot in here . . .” She was only wearing a robe—Shemils robe to be exact. But despite the coldness around her, she was still feeling hot.

“Well, you should brace yourself . . . And It's not for you to decide if it's intentional or not. But for now, I will help you get out of this building and drive you home. Help me move as fast as we can. We don't want your pheromones to be all around this place. There are alphas on the top floor. You really are in danger if we won't hurry up.” Because Amah is a female beta and is also a dominant beta, Amah’s physical appearance is so much bigger and taller than hers. In short, they were moving a little faster.

“Ah!”

“You-your highness . . .”

“What are you doing with an omega that is in heat?” Hassiba could hear her heartbeat. The voice coming from the man whom they bumped into gives her nothing but a blank mind.

“I— she said she wanted to go home, your Highness. I was just trying to help her.”

“Hand her over to me. And you can now go.”

“No. Please don't lea—” ‘Alpha pheromones . . . I-I couldn't move . . . Hah! Hah! What is this? I— what's happening to my body?’

“And you. You will be coming with me.”

“No . . .” There are plenty of words that she wanted to say. But the smell of the mint pheromones was now slowly consuming her sanity.

“So good . . . Smells so good . . .” She mumbled while pressing herself closer to the alpha who was now carrying her.

“Sir, your other date is scheduled tom— oh, an omega . . . In the heat.”

“Cancel all my appointments. And what is that in your hand?”

“Oh, this is a sample perfume coming from the Scented corp. Miss Nahzi said that it was not officially out on the market yet. She asked me to hand this to you so she would know your opinion about this product.”

“Okay. You can now go. You're off as of the moment. I will just contact you if I need anything.”

“Yes, sir.” Hassiba was vaguely listening to the conversation. But most of her attention was focused on the pheromones that were making her feel undeniably good.

“Oh, please . . . He-help me, sir . . .” Hassiba wanted to fight her urges. But her mind is starting to agree with her body hungry for an alpha’s touch.

“I don't have an inhibitor for omegas here.” She could feel that her body was placed in something smooth and warm. But the alpha pheromones were burning her in.

“No-not enough. Please, help me.” Her pheromones were making her go on a rampage. She could sense that her body was moving on its own, aiming for something. Something that is new to her.

“ Heh! I won't fall for this trick. But I'm sure that my pheromones are more than enough to stabilize your heat. I just have to overwhelm you with it.” Little by little, Hassiba felt like her body was starting to relax. Until she completely felt at ease and just carelessly closed her eyes.

While on the other hand, the man was deeply staring at Hassiba.

“Hmmm . . . Who are you? There are few omegas in this country and I have met almost all of them. Perhaps you came from a lowly family. Whom my father couldn't take to meddle with. But your complexion and scent seem off . . .” The man shrugged and took the bottle of perfume with him. He then headed to the next room, leaving Hassiba alone and at peace.

The other room was a lot darker and colder than the room where Hassiba was laying. But the man is comfortably standing and silently sipping his wine while learning on the fully-glass wall. His blue and green eyes were expressionless and cold while looking at the scenery outside the building.

“Heh!” The man scoffed as the peach-scented pheromones flooded his nose.

“Such a lowly breed . . . Oh.” He was about to walk away when he accidentally dropped the glass of perfume which was now broken with its content scattered on the floor.

“What is this?” He exclaimed, trying to cover his nose with his hand. “Sh*t! I- I have to get away . . .” But it was too late. The strange perfume has vastly inhaled by him.

His face was flushed with redness as the peach pheromones and the scent of perfume invaded his system.

“Yo-you will pay for this!” He exclaimed as he barged into the room where Hassiba was squirming, crouching in the huge bed.

“He-help. It's so hot. I can no longer hold it . . .” Hassiba mumbled and was trying to get up while reaching for the man's silhouette that was towering over her.

“I want to. . . Here, please, touch me here,” she mumbled while trying to untie the knot of her robe which was expertly tied by Amah.