Omega Heat Symptoms Novels & Stories

Zack Wallace handed his lone passenger over to Gabe Rossi and watched the black SUV drive away from Page Field. He'd been more than happy to do a favor for his friend Grey Holden, head of The Omega Team, a security agency that did a little bit of everything and most of it dark. Like this. "I need you to do a little favor for me," Grey told him when he called. "I know you and your little favors," Zack laughed. "But okay, lay it on me."

I was burning up from the inside out. What was wrong with me? I had never been sick before. Shifters didn't get sick much, certainly not colds or the flu. Our wolves kept us healthy, though not sure about Omegas, who didn't have wolves. Sure, we could be poisoned and things like that, but ill? After a while, the heat rose, becoming unbearable again. I couldn't move. The moment I did, sharp pains would shoot from my stomach all the way to my hands and feet. All I wanted to do was sit here and cry.

"Don't feel right." Daniel is already on the phone calling for a doctor. "Get here now. Ocean's collapsed." They get Ocean to the couch. His temperature is spiking. 103. 104. Higher. "What did he eat today?" Michael demands. "What did he drink?" "Same as always. Coffee this morning. Water. Nothing unusual." But Ocean is getting worse by the minute. His breathing is labored. His skin is flushed and burning. Sweat is pouring off him. When the doctor arrives, he takes one look at Ocean and his expression turns grave.

Could he love a human being? For several moments, he felt his heart beating hastily and his temperature increasing crazily. What was he thinking about?? Lydia patted his forehead with her palm to feel his temperature. It felt like he was roaming through Satan’s sauna, as his body felt oddly hot. It should be over 45 degrees Celsius. Did werewolves get sick different from human beings? His body trembled feverishly and he felt dry at the back of his throat. His eyes felt like they had melted into the back of his head.

The heat hit me again until I looked up at the air conditioning, it was running perfectly fine. I rubbed my neck feeling slightly frustrated. I could hear my heart beating in my chest rapidly, sweat pooling at my brows. "What is going in with me?" My wolf became restless inside of me, seeking to break out. Realizing something was definitely wrong, I got out of my seat but found myself staggering unable to walk steadily. My gaze was blurry and all I could feel was the heat coursing through me and the rapid beating of my heart. I was hot all over and sweating profusely, my breaths coming in puffs.

In the meantime, the Board could do nothing. Also in the meantime, Billie is coming back into heat. The symptoms are so obvious (trembling, sweating, flushed skin) that Enid asked her if she would like a natural heat suppressant for her comfort. She said no before I could run my stupid mouth. Heat suppression, natural or not, can mess with an Omega's hormones permanently, which leads to depression and mental anguish. No one will put my girl in that danger. We can get her through this. My brothers and I.

But as Kieran sat there, wiping his mouth with shaking hands, a different thought occurred to him. When was his last heat supposed to come? Omegas in their twenties cycled regularly. Every four to six weeks. It had been three weeks since the panic room. He should be feeling the early signs of another heat by now increased sensitivity, restlessness, the beginnings of slick production. But there was nothing. Just nausea and exhaustion and this constant ache in his chest.

It’s not a full moon, but wolves in their late teens and early twenties are prone to off cycle heats and ruts, so it’s really not a cause for concern. Pre-heat symptoms usually last a day, and they consist of feverish symptoms, a need for physical contact, and nesting, among other things. Carlos’s helped Leo through heats before, but with Ricardo here. . . well, he can’t stay holed up in the omega den until Leo is back to normal. It’s the first time that they’ll be apart for a heat, and Leo pouty about it. “Just one night, Carlos, come on .” Carlos has been careful to keep Leo away from most of the alphas, including Kai, and right now has the two of them safely in the omega den while Leo pus

The wood of the cabin was old, smelling of rot and dried pine, but it was the only thing standing between me and the madness outside. I sat on the floor, my back pressed against the heavy oak door, my fingers digging into my own thighs. I was burning. It wasn't a fever; it was something deeper, something biological that made my skin feel three sizes too small. My first heat as an Omega had hit like a freight train, turning my blood into molten lead.

Her parted lips were dry, and when her eyes fluttered open, her gaze was hazy. I reached out to touch her wrist, and she tensed before relaxing into my hold. “You’re in heat.” Her breathing hitched. “I don’t know… After making dinner, I started feeling funny, and it didn’t stop.” I didn’t need confirmation. I had treated enough people at the clinic to recognize the symptoms even in my sleep. But it didn’t make sense. A wolf only went into heat when they were near their mate. She couldn’t have… found her mate. Could she?