Omegaverse Heat Symptoms Novels & Stories

I forced out my question, I was having an inner battle with the strange thing that was happening to me. “ It's just my theory, but I think you are in heat,” Debby said. “heat?” Debby nooded, confirming what I asked. “Cara, being in heat is that special thing only Omegas undergo, but for some time now, maybe because of evolution, but it never occurs again” she explained. Garreth was quiet throughout our talk, but I caught him nodding his head in agreement with whatever Debby was saying was wrong with me. I tried as much as possible to understand what Debby was saying.

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.”

"Hear that? She's turning your own people. Omegas begging for relief only she can give. Alphas mad enough to switch sides for a promise of control." Kira's Alpha, who had followed Jax over, growled low. "Not switching. But damn if I don't want to tear something apart. This heat scent everywhere. It's clouding my head. Avery, we hit her back harder?" "Soon," I promised, voice firm. "First, save who we can. Lena, what's the count now?" "Thousands," she confirmed, checking a scavenged datapad. "Central blocks worst. Symptoms peaking. Pain, fever, then the heat waves. Alphas nearby lose reason. Fights breaking out block after block."

We'd just gotten started, and yet I was already shaking like a leaf from the force. Julius didn't say anything. He just pinned me down, his hips thrusting into me like a powerful engine. Occasionally, he'd flip me over. This made me feel as though I were a fish being flipped repeatedly on a frying pan. "Stop it…" I panted out, my vision already blurred by tears. I couldn't help but keep gripping my pillow tightly. Had Julius gone nuts? It was one thing to literally screw my senses out with his amazing techniques, but it was another to remain silent the whole time!

Even he was shaking. Another thing he noticed was that he seemed to live alone, if that was the case, who took care of him during his heat? That was a problem, the omegas used to get very dehydrated during that process and some ended up very sick. In the case of the young man that this heat would count as the fourth in the month, there was no time for him to recover. It could be dangerous to leave his alone, he weighed very little when he had carried him, despite his size. His body fat levels must be below normal. If he continued like this, he could lose his life.

George called someone, “Ron, could you check on Boss's floor? There's this woman who's heading to Boss's office. She's experiencing heat.” I was surprised to hear that, HEAT? That woman is an Omega and is experiencing HEAT? "Is that woman really experiencing HEAT?" I asked George, who pulled out a box of injections from his pocket. Normally, we Alphas would carry inhibitors to counter the effects of Omega pheromones. We'd better do something about it, or the Omega pheromones that are in HEAT will make us enter the RUT. “You don't smell it, do you? It's pretty strong stuff. If you get attacked and everyone knows about your illness, it's not going to be good.” George said again.

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.

My window, why is my window covered. "Dad, what is going on?" I asked a little worried. "Okay, listen to me very closely. I know I should have educated you more on this topic, but you are in heat. That is why you are sweating and feeling nauseous. When we found you you were unconscious and you were burning up. There are three stages in heat. You have reached the first two stages, increased body temperature, and nausea. The third stage will follow soon, that is where well uhm the third stage." He clears his throat and releases a big sigh before continuing.

Harold chuckled at those words. “A man who shifted at eleven would not know of such a thing. These symptoms are typical for omegas.” Although the words excited me, however, the fever inside me and the excruciating pain ripping my insides apart dampened my excitement. My first shift had been delayed for unknown reasons and now that I would be shifting soon, according to the physician, I felt awful. A fire started deep in my guts and spread to my chest and throat. My body felt run over by a horse but my head felt even worse. My head pounded with my nose feeling like a pile of rocks sitting on my face.

"I never asked what you wanted, I sent you to your f*cking room." He push her door open, hauling her through it. "Can you walk?" Celeste shook her head, tears floating like a river down her cheeks. "Weak...it-it hurts, your grip too, it's tight." Zillon let her loose immediately, his hand resting awkwardly by his side. "The elders asked about you today, I don't know how, but they knew about your heat. They asked if it started and they said that if it had, then it wouldn't stop, not until we mate..." He looked away, eyes fixating on the walls. "They said you'll suffer, more so you're an omega, the heat won't stop until it eats your consciousness away, you'll go mad."