Novel & Cerita Omegaverse Heat Suppressants

“If you were a Vos omega, you’d have suffered through this twice a month.” Julian scoffed, even though he was leaning into his touch like a touch-starved feline, his eyes glassy. “Shows what you alphas know. Vos omegas’ heats are nothing. They don’t even have to take suppressants.” That was true. Vos omegas just experienced very heightened arousal twice a month, when their moon was full. They were never reduced to the needy wreck Dainiri omegas became every three months.

He claimed that he was in love with me. Since I was a Omega, it was unlikely that I would have a mate. There were a few exceptions to this rule like my mentor, Matilda who was mated to Elder Summers but for the most part, Omegas didn't get mates. The reason was simple. We already caused most pack members to feel protective and care for us. The mate bond would be too much for most werewolves. They would go insane with added feeling of protectiveness that the mate bond would create if they weren't strong enough. Since I was a powerful Omega, it was almost impossible that any wolf would be powerful enough for the Goddess to pair me with.

The bruises he leaves stay there for days and the fractured bones take at least two weeks to heal. On especially bad days, he uses silver on me. On the worst days, he uses poison such as wolfsbane on me! He is such a devil! I still want to throw up. My heart doesn't beat in anticipation or excitement or even happiness anymore. It beats slowly and heavily... out of fear and shock. “What are you doing here?” the Alpha screams violently at me. He looks over to his side where his beta is standing. “Take this weak Omega out of Alpha Liam's sight now!” he orders rather aggressively.

"Absolutely not, Nora. I cannot do that." "Why not?" I pleaded. "I know heat suppressants exist. Omegas use them all the time." "Omegas use them to *delay* a cycle," Elara corrected firmly. "You are already actively in the middle of a mated heat. If I give you chemical suppressants right now, your hormones will violently crash. You run the risk of severe internal bleeding, permanent uterine damage, and your wolf could completely reject the mate bond, sending you into a coma."

“That’s not enough. His blood pressure is low and traces of suppressant were found in his blood.” I stared at him. “Repeat that.” He said it slower. “There were loads of suppressants in his blood. It’s practically ruined his pheromones. Do you people bully him to hate being an Omega?” My stomach dropped. I looked at Sora lying there, eyes closed, breathing shallow. “What happens to an Omega when he abuses suppressants?” The doctor kept talking. “He loses control. He can’t access his pheromones and when he’s close to an Alpha’s pheromones, his body can’t handle it.”

He bypassed the simple magnetic lock and frantically searched the shelves. He found nothing specific for hormonal surges, but he found a powerful sedative and a supply of high-grade, fast-acting nervous system stabilizers—drugs typically used to calm highly stressed Beta and low-rank Alpha technicians. It was a desperate gamble. These drugs were not suppressants; they wouldn't stop the Omega cycle, but they might severely dampen his sensory input and slow his heart rate, giving him the chance to lock down his physical reactions and scent output until he could devise a better plan.

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”

Everyone waited with hopeful anticipation, wanting to know how he would explain this to Amber, who clearly appeared upset and confused. Zack turned to his friends, seeking support in their gazes. However, all he saw was confusion on their faces. Emily, who had been looking down, felt increasingly pressured by the situation. The “omega” label that Amber had placed on her for so long continued to haunt her thoughts. Although she was the daughter of the Alpha, that small and powerless feeling remained firmly attached to her.

Says the man who just mentioned that I was growing up. I rolled my eyes. I hate to do this, but I just have to let it all out, place it on the table. “You know an Omega's heat is painful without an alpha, right?” “Shit! That's why I have my pharmacy working on the right suppressants and inhibitors for an omega in heat!” His outburst stunned me. Blinking, I looked down at my fingers, which were still entwined. “You don't need an alpha. That's what I'm trying to let you know. You're still young, and I don't… I don't want to get a grandkid just yet.”

Everyone had noticed something was off about me since yesterday. Rejected wolves often showed physical symptoms, exhaustion, loss of appetite, depression. But rejected mates? That was different. Worse. And while no one knew about my rejection yet, they could sense something had changed. "Here." Sarah pressed a fresh coffee pot into my hands, her eyes sympathetic. "And take these too." She handed me a bottle of suppressants, special ones, designed for omegas during their heats. But we both knew that wasn't what I needed them for today.