Dom’s POV
Nyx mumbled something under her breath, her cheeks flushed as she turned on her heel and walked off. I watched her disappear down the hall, my eyes narrowing. Something wasn’t right—Alaric’s behavior, Nyx’s sudden departure. My wolf stirred, unsettled, the tension from the past few days gnawing at me like an itch I couldn’t scratch.
I remembered last night and all the previous times she had gone into heat. This wasn’t normal, right? Even with Omegas being as rare as they were, there were enough recorded texts to confirm that Omegas were only supposed to go into heat once a month. Then why the hell had she been in heat so frequently?
Had she always been like this? If that were the case, it meant she had been unrestrained for a long time. The strongest heat suppressant I’d given
