Omega Heat Symptoms Novels & Stories

She said as she poked her head out and then brought it back quickly under. I sat down on the bed carefully, feeling slightly nauseous and warm. The symptoms were getting worse, I maybe had a few days at most now before my heat will more than likely start.

The mate-bond, dormant and half-formed, flared like a struck nerve. Her wolf snarled in her chest, furious and starving. “Quiet,” she hissed internally. She checked his radial pulse, then his elbow, the tremor worsening as she moved. Close contact sent her heart rate ticking up, but her face remained blank. “Symptoms?” she asked. He listed them in clipped phrases: bone-deep fatigue, stabbing pain along his spine, episodes when his wolf tried to surface and got trapped, shredding him from the inside. “Wolfsbane exposure?” she asked.

Many werewolves in this city have suddenly gotten sick, and the symptoms…" My eyebrows rose in a mix of confusion and apprehension. "They are very serious." Symptoms? Again? My heart did some sort of awful, terrified jump, and dread curdled in the pit of my stomach. "What do you mean, 'serious'?" I already demanded, but I was moving toward the door. Beta Marvin fell into step beside me, his face grim. "High fevers, severe pain in their body.and something else. Strange markings on their skin." My brows furrowed.

They left a strange sensation that I can’t place. A strong wind blows through the window and I shiver. Reaching my hand forward, I slide the window shut and rub my arms. Werewolves don’t really feel cold but as an Omega, I’m more prone to feeling cold or getting sick since I’m weak. I get a quilt and head to the couch where I lie down. Time seems to pass really slowly and I can’t seem to find sleep. There’s something twisting in my stomach, that uneasy feeling that’s making me anxious and I can’t understand it.

The room seemed to tilt for a fraction of a second, the sudden wave of internal heat making my knees tremble inside my heavy hockey pads. I knew that feeling. I had read about it in the medical pamphlets I used to burn in my apartment. It was the unmistakable first cramp of a natural, completely unsuppressed Omega heat cycle.

I explain, “more like… an intense, persistent warmth. And this ache that won’t go away. It’s making it hard to focus or sit still.” There’s a pause on the other end of the line, and I can hear Raina’s thoughtful hum. “Cheryl, it sounds like you might be going into heat. Werewolves can experience this, and it’s not uncommon for them to have these symptoms even if they’re not fully aware of their nature.” I blink, the realization hitting me like a freight train. “Heat? I didn’t even know that was a thing for me. I thought that was just for werewolves.”

Ophelia woke up that morning feeling feverish. She couldn't recall when she last fell sick because she rarely ever got sick. She felt so exhausted that she found it difficult to even get out of bed, so she just stayed there with the heavy sheet covers covering her whole but. The window was a tad open, causing cold to seep into the room, but she left it like that. She felt hot and cold at the same time, was drenched in her own sweat, and still had goosebumps in her pores.

No one stepped in because as an Omega my humiliation was their entertainment. “On your feet Omega” Beta Aldric snarled above me. His voice was as cold as the winter wind in the courtyard. I pushed myself upright, my legs trembling from the cold seeping into my bones. My thin dress clung to me like a second skin, due to the dampness of the snow. The pack's eyes were searing into my back and still I kept my gaze fixed on the ground. Aldric circled me slowly, his boots crunching over the frost. “You were late with the Alpha's laundry again. You're so careless, disrespectful and negligent.”

“Do you want to know about what I can do? Apart from being dangerous dangerous.” “Let's hear it. I already know you can control the atmospheric temperature and this sometimes seems to be in conjunction with your emotions too. Like, the temperature drops when you become all cold and dark,” Olive tabled her observation. “And turns warm when I get turned on by you,” Wayne stated and Olive froze. “Wh-what?” she stammered. “This one is somehow rare. I hardly involuntarily change the temperature to warm. It was always below freezing point. But...since you came, I find myself bringing out so much heat when you begin to drive me crazy.”

Rowena “Rowena, have you been tested for Wolf’s Fury?” I let out an involuntary scoff at Emma’s words. “Wolf’s Fury?” I asked. “What makes you think I could have that?” She shrugged and leaned back in her chair, albeit still keeping her voice low so as not to be overheard. “Your symptoms sound like some of the early signs I’ve seen on the news,” she said. “Apparently, it starts with fevers and chills, followed by loss of stability, and then…”