One Night Stand With The Enemy Alpha

Guilty heat

Heats were something I'd only heard about in hushed whispers from other omegas: a biological imperative that struck every few months, turning our bodies into vessels of insatiable need.

For betas and alphas, such cycles were mild annoyances, easily ignored or managed with a partner or solitude. But for omegas, it was torment—a searing, all-consuming fire that started in the core and radiated outward, demanding submission to an alpha's touch.

Without it, the pain built like a storm, waves of cramps twisting the abdomen, skin hypersensitive to the slightest breeze, and an unrelenting ache between the legs that begged for relief. It wasn't just physical; it clouded the mind, eroded rationality, until the omega was reduced to instinct, pleading for the knot that would soothe the inferno.

I had never experienced a full heat before. The suppressants had kept it at bay, dulling the edges to a manageable discomfort. But now, after three years on the run from him, the ruthless alpha who'd once claimed me as his mate not so long ago. The first pangs hit me like a sledgehammer in the alley where he'd cornered me, his piercing blue eyes boring into my soul as he demanded answers.

Why had I fled three years ago? Why had I vanished that fateful night, leaving him humiliated and exposed? I'd tried to evade, but the heat betrayed me, slick pooling between my thighs, my p***y clenching in anticipation of an alpha who wasn't coming to my aid.

"Look at you," Damien sneered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine despite the pain. He towered over me, his broad shoulders casting a shadow in the dim streetlight, his tailored suit doing nothing to hide the predatory grace of his movements. "Going into heat right now? How convenient. Trying to seduce me so you don't have to spill your secrets? Pathetic, Lena . Even for an omega like you."

I gasped, clutching my stomach as another cramp ripped through me. It felt like my insides were being twisted by invisible hands, the heat pooling low in my belly, making my thighs slick with arousal. I couldn't imagine this before—stories from other omegas painted it as intense, but this was hellfire.

My skin burned, every nerve ending alive and screaming for contact. My n*****s hardened against my thin blouse, sensitive to the fabric's brush, and down below, my body prepared itself traitorously, wetness seeping through my panties, readying me for an alpha's c**k. But Damien just watched, his expression cold as ice, arms crossed over his chest.

"Please... Damien," I whimpered, but he cut me off with a harsh laugh.

"No more games." He grabbed my arm, his grip like iron, hauling me to my feet. The contact sent a jolt of relief through me—alpha touch, even rough, was a balm—but it was fleeting. He dragged me toward his sleek black SUV parked at the curb, ignoring my stumbles as my legs weakened from the pain. "You're coming with me. We'll finish this conversation where no one can interrupt."

The car ride was a blur of torment. I curled into the passenger seat, sweat beading on my forehead, my breaths coming in shallow pants. The leather seat stuck to my skin, and every bump in the road amplified the ache between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to alleviate the pressure, but it only made the slick flow more, soaking through my long skirt.

Damien drove in silence, his jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the road. The scent of my heat filled the confined space—sweet and desperate, an omega's call to her alpha—but he didn't react, didn't even glance my way. His coldness was a weapon, sharper than any blade.

We arrived at his sprawling mansion on the outskirts of the city, a fortress of glass and stone that screamed power. Damien yanked me out of the car, his fingers digging into my wrist as he pulled me inside. The grand foyer echoed with our footsteps, servants pausing in their duties to stare.

"Everyone out," he barked, his voice commanding obedience. "Leave the house."

The staff scattered like leaves in the wind, grabbing coats and keys, murmuring apologies as they fled. Doors slammed, cars revved, and within minutes, the house was empty save for the two of us. My vision blurred from the pain, my body trembling as another wave hit me. It was like acid in my veins, burning from the inside out. I needed him—needed his hands, his mouth, his knot to stretch me and fill the void.

Omegas weren't built to endure this alone; evolution demanded an alpha's care, their pheromones to calm the storm, their body to satisfy the crave. Without it, the heat could last days, driving some to madness or even death in extreme cases.

Damien didn't care. He dragged me up the winding staircase, my feet barely keeping up, toes catching on the carpet. "You think this changes anything?" he muttered, his breath hot against my ear. "Your little heat trick won't save you from answering me."

He kicked open the door to a guest room—spare and impersonal, with a king-sized bed dominating the space. With a shove, he threw me onto the mattress, my body bouncing once before I curled into a fetal position, moaning. The soft sheets were torture against my overheated skin, but I couldn't stop the instinctive arch of my back, presenting myself even as shame burned my cheeks.

"Why, Lena ?" Damien loomed over me, his hands fisted at his sides. "Why did you run away three years ago? We were mated. And that night you disappeared, and the next thing I know, my rivals are breathing down my neck with your help. What was it? A setup?"

I tried to form words, but the heat clawed at my throat. My mind was fogging, thoughts fracturing under the onslaught. All I could focus on was him—the alpha scent of pine and dominance that made my p***y throb.

"Damien... touch me... please, it hurts so much."

He laughed, a cruel sound that echoed in the room. "Oh, now you need my help? The great Lena , who vanished without a trace, who sold me out to my enemies. For what? Money? Power? A better alpha?"

I shook my head weakly, tears streaming down my face, but words failed me. The pain intensified, cramps doubling me over, my hands pressing between my legs in a futile attempt to ease the emptiness. Slick dripped down my thighs, the room filling with the musky evidence of my need. I'd heard heats were bad, but this was unimaginable—every second stretched into eternity, my body betraying me at every turn.

Damien took my silence as confirmation. "So, yes. For money. How fitting. An omega w***e selling secrets." His voice dripped with venom, his eyes narrowing to slits. "If you help my enemies, then from today on, you're my enemy too. That's why you ran, isn't it? Because you want nothing to do with me. Fine. But now? I'm not letting you go. You're mine to deal with."

He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. His fingers dug in, meant to bruise, to punish—but to me, the touch was electric, a spark of relief amid the fire. Warmth spread from the contact, momentarily dulling the ache, making me lean into it despite the pain.

"Please," I whispered, my voice breaking.

Damien's face twisted in cold fury. "You hate me so much? Wanted to fabricate lies and betray me? Then I'll hate you right back. I'll cage you here, in this house, and make your life a torment. No more running, no more games. You'll suffer for what you've done."

He released my chin abruptly, the loss of contact like a slap. I cried out, the heat surging back tenfold. He turned toward the door, his shoulders rigid, every line of his body screaming detachment.

"No!" I lunged forward, grabbing his hand with desperate strength. My nails dug into his skin, but I didn't care. Tears flowed freely now, sobs wracking my body as I squeezed my legs together, trying to contain the flood of slick. "Damien, please... help me. I can't... it burns. I'll do anything. Touch me, f**k me, anything!"

He paused, his hand still in mine, and looked down at me for what felt like an eternity. His blue eyes were voids, devoid of the warmth I'd once known. Slowly, he pulled his hand free, ignoring my pleas.

"No," he said coldly, his voice like a death knell. "This is your punishment. Endure it alone, like you made me endure your betrayal."