Mafioso

Chapter 8

Micah

Warning: Mentions of rape (educational in this omegaverse) Nothing happens to Micah

Since that day over a week ago, it felt like everywhere I went, I had eyes on me. They didn't feel predatory. They felt... Protective. It shocked me the next day when there was a package sitting outside my apartment addressed to me, and it was filled with heat suppressants and a heat sating kit.

A heat-sating kit typically had an alpha-sized dildo, cool packs, and plenty of food to ride out the heat. I had an inkling of who they had come from– Alistair– which only caused me to set the items outside on my doorstep. However, I did keep ahold of the sating kit, because who would turn down free food and things to help with the impending doomsday?

For all I knew, he switched the labels from heat inducers to suppressants. I'd rather nickel and dime myself into saving up the right amount of money to make sure I made rent and take the days off around my heat to make sure I was safe.

It seemed like every time I came into work, either Sherry or Xari would point it out to me that my scent was strengthening. It didn't matter if I injected extra BetaT or not. The scent wasn't dying down, which meant it was on the horizon.

I was currently at work at the bar. Tonight was omega night, where we would let any and all omega's into the door as long as they were dressed appropriately and they were of legal age to drink. Many single affluent Alphas would come on this night to find a potential life partner. It was different than our typical nights, where the only omegas in the facility were mated or dating another Alpha.

All three bartenders were working tonight, myself, Lawrence, and Bryce. Xari would step in periodically to ensure we were helping our patrons with their drinks in a timely manner.

As the night progressed, I hadn't realized how much I was heating up until it became damn near unbearable. So many alphas in one concentrated area, with so many omegas releasing their pheromones, was doing something to my body that I knew was irreversible.

I grit my teeth together, swallowing, trying to keep myself in check. I desperately wanted to bare my neck at each alpha that came to my side to start their tab. I knew I could control myself until last call.

Tonight was the night I loved the most, knowing that I could get the highest of tips from the alphas who wanted to impress their omega counterparts. I just had to make it to the end of my shift. That's all I had to do. Then I would be set for my bills.

The more the night progressed, the more I noticed that my heat was too. Some of the alphas had taken notice of me, and they were trying to get my attention. I desperately wanted to melt into a puddle for them too. I wanted to rub my scent on them and beg them to claim me as theirs. But I knew I had to keep my job. It was a matter of having a job to come back to or losing everything that I had. I had to fight my impulses and not give in to them, no matter how much I wanted to.

"I think you need to go home." Xari broke me from my concentrating mindset. My heart stopped for a second. I was gripping so tightly onto a glass that my knuckles had turned white, and my breathing was labored. Xari grabbed the whiskey glass out of my hand and sat it down on the counter, and he put his hand on my shoulder.

My body crooned at the touch of an alpha, and I almost let out a moan of pleasure. I snapped back to reality and reminded myself that Xari was a married man, a happily married man at that. I knew better.

"I'll close out your tabs, and you'll get the tips you need to go home, and quick. You're attracting unwanted attention." Xari bent down, and his low voice tickled my ear. My omega was awoken, and slick ran down my ass cheeks.