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Mira
I didn’t die, thankfully, but that also meant I survived to be a part of the team responsible for the ballroom decoration for Griffin and Lilith’s wedding.
The days leading up to the ceremony have been the slowest and most torturous days. I prided myself on being strong-willed and capable of withstanding any level of pain, but nothing prepared me for the ache that came from sharing a bond with another.
Mary has been the absolute best, and despite my constantly telling her I was okay, she never backed down with her efforts. She made it a point to spend every chance she got with me, and on one occasion, she snuck me into the palace movie theater for a marathon of my favorite series.
I came to the palace with hopes of getting married to my mate and starting my own family. In the end, I might have lost the mate, but I definitely found a sister in Mary .
“Are you sure you don’t want to get out of here? You don’t have to decorate a wedding you’re not a fan of.” Mary whispered as we tied the garlands to the entrance.
“I’m fine, Mary, really. I’m happy for the prince. He found the perfect woman to share his dreams with. It’s quite unfortunate that I have to be the collateral damage, but it’s what it is, and the sooner I get used to it, the better.”
She gave me a look that said she didn’t believe a word of what I said but knew better than to argue with me. “If you say so, I just think you’re a little too flushed for someone who’s supposed to be unaffected.”
I caught a glimpse of myself on one of the floor-to-ceiling windows at the entrance.
My face did look flushed, and my lips were as plum as an overripe peach.
I dismissed it as the onset of a flu that would definitely go away soon.
We Omega’s healed at a slower pace in comparison to higher wolves, otherwise, I wouldn’t have noticed the symptoms.
When the symptoms persisted and I started to grow hot and restless, I retired to my room, not wanting to spread the illness. I was out like a light the moment my head hit the pillow.
I woke up in the dead of the night, naked and in a pool of sweat.
I found my nightwear discarded at the foot of my bed.
I must’ve ripped it off while I slept. I felt my temperature and observed myself for further signs of fever or flu, but nothing seemed out of place except the persistent heat coursing through me.
The bedsheet looked like a bucket of water was dumped on it, and some of it seeped into the bed. I unsheathed the bed and pulled the standing fan close to dry it off while I hopped into the bathroom for a cold shower.
The water helped cool me down a little, but as soon as I was out, I felt the unfamiliar heat creeping back into me. It didn’t feel like a fever, and I wasn’t hot or shivering. It felt like someone had taken out my blood while I slept and replaced it with hot molten fluid.
I managed to get through the night with both the AC and fan on full blast. They did not quench the heat inside, but they helped with the sweating.
Dawn arrived with mild cramping in my lower abdomen. Coupled with the heat, I was convinced I needed to seek out the palace nurse.
The walk to the infirmary was the most torturous journey I’ve ever embarked on. My senses were incredibly heightened and every scent in the palace was suddenly delicious and mouth-watering.
Sharp jolts of electricity and cramps shot through me every time my thighs brushed together. The heat persisted, and my skin was coated in a light sheen of sweat.
Every male I encountered on my way either took multiple steps away from me or looked like they were resisting the urge to pounce on me and eat me up.
The weird part of it was how their desire to eat me up didn’t scare me.
If anything, it encouraged me to want to get closer to them.
Even the gardener I saw every day suddenly seemed more attractive.
I stared with an open mouth as his muscles rippled while he worked the soil, a combination of heat and sparks thrumming through me and urging me to take a step forward for a closer look.
He took a deep whiff of the air before turning to me, his eyes dark and hooded, and for some reason, that excited me, and I felt my legs moving on their own free will. It took the shattering of glasses somewhere to snap me out of my haze, and I raced the entire way to the infirmary.
“You’re fine, Mira. Your vitals are perfect, and everything seems to be working in the optimal state.” The nurse said, settling into the seat close to me .
“But I don’t feel good. My abdomen is cramping, and it seems to be getting worse with time.
I’m sweating buckets, and I’m this close—I put my index and middle finger together—to jumping into a pool.
There’s this annoying spark like someone set off a live wire inside me.
Even my senses are heightened, and for some reason, every male smells like chocolate fudge. ”
She let out a small smile when I was done.
“You’re going into heat, dear.” She said, and I felt my heart drop.
Every female wolf of mating age went into heat after they were supposed to mate but failed to do so for whatever reason.
It was the goddess’s way of encouraging us to procreate.
While I had yet to experience it or know any female who had gone into heat, I’d heard stories of how the feeling sent them into some sort of sex haze that was often relieved by their mate or any close male of their choosing.
It was also said that every male within a five-mile radius could sense a female in heat and was increasingly drawn to her. No wonder every mated male I passed bolted from me, and the single ones looked at me like I was a piece of meat.
She continued. “I’ll give you something to help with the symptoms, but it won’t make it go away.”
I swallowed the thick lump that suddenly clogged my throat. “How long will it last?”
“Between three to seven days.”
“How bad does it get?”
She paused.
“Really bad.”
As if to drive the point home, a sharp cramp rippled through me, causing me to almost keel over. The movement had my thighs brushing together, and I felt a rush of sticky fluid squirting from my vagina and dripping down my legs .
“I’ll inform Mrs. Anderson of the situation so she can relieve you of your duties.” The nurse said, reaching for the phone on her desk.
“Can I use the bathroom?” I croaked, hating the sticky feeling between my thighs.
“This way.” She pointed her neatly manicured nails to the door by the right corner of the room.
“And Mira,” her voice halted my step. “You’re free to do whatever you want.”
I nodded, taking in the message behind her words.
I was free to give into the call of nature and mate with any male I found worthy to relieve myself of the feelings, but I didn’t want to mate with any wolf that wasn’t my fated mate, so I took the pills she prescribed and resolved to struggle through the pain.
The cramping only got worse, and my walk back to the palace was a lot more eventful than my journey to the infirmary, with almost all the males sending looks my way.
A young boy who seemed to have just grown into adulthood almost pounced on me but was restrained by the older males around. I was confined to my room after that.
My wolf fought me, scratching at my ribs to let her out, but I kept her tucked. She was a mindless beast giving in to the primal urges of nature. It was my duty to keep us in check before we made a huge mistake.
Mary brought my breakfast and lunch, alongside a portion Mrs. Anderson said would help with the squirting. While the pills and portions helped with the cramp and squirting, nothing seemed to soothe the heat and ache coursing through me.
It was past eleven at night when I was awoken by a parched feeling in my throat. I swallowed, but even my saliva must’ve dried up. I dragged myself to the jug Mary placed on my table and found it empty .
After indulging in a mental fistfight between my need for cold water and my fear of the males in the palace, biology won over psychology, and I pulled a knitted robe over me, wrapping it around my skin in hopes of reducing my scent.
I downed a full jug of water, feeling a short-lived relief as the cold liquid soothed the burning sensation coursing through my veins. I decided to fill up an extra jug to make sure I didn’t have to return to the kitchen before Mary came to help me out.
I was about to shut the refrigerator when the potent scent of sandalwood and white musk slammed into me, causing my wolf to almost surge to the surface. I whirled around to find Griffin standing at the kitchen entrance, watching me with predatory eyes.
Mine .
Red-hot beams of heat slammed into me, settling deep in my pussy, and I could feel my nipples harden instinctively. The kitchen suddenly seemed too small, and everything blurred except my mate.
His icy blue eyes glowed under the dim lights of the kitchen. Every slow step he took in my direction made me feel like a hungry beast who had meat dangling in front of them.
Impatience swept through me, and I let My wolf win, eating up the distance between us in one large step.
Our lips collided in a fight of passion the moment we touched, setting off a wild display of fireworks inside me. No words were exchanged. None was needed. Our tangled tongues and limbs tearing at each other did the talking.
Griffin hoisted me up, wrapping my legs around him, and I found myself grinding shamelessly on his erection. He growled into our kiss and tilted my head to the side, deepening the stroke of his tongue and tasting every corner of my mouth .
Caution yelled at me, warning me of the dangers of my decision and the fact that his mating ceremony was only a few hours away, but its voice was muted behind heavy breaths and deep groans.
I don’t remember Griffin moving us, but I suddenly felt my back pressed into a soft mattress. The overpowering scent of sandalwood let me know I was in his room.