Your Scent Attracts Me

Ch. 2

It's been weeks since Miles last saw Prowler. He's been doing his best to hide the bite marks from his parents, but there had been so many close calls. Sure, his heat was gone, but he felt something was wrong. There were so many close calls were Miles almost ran back to him. He's been fighting his hormones, but they're so strong. He tried making a nest of his clothes, yet he yearned for Prowler's scent. But most of all, he was scared that Prowler might've got him pregnant. It was stressing him so much. He felt tired and nauseous, and his chest was tender. He would've asked his mother, a fellow omega, but she'll be alerted and mad at him.

He wanted to ask his friends for advice but didn't know how to explain the situation. Miles was alone in this. Well. Not exactly.

Miles swung through Brooklyn, his mind everywhere. He couldn't focus, and New York wasn't helping. He landed in his dorm window and climbed inside in a rush. Ganke was lying on his bed, playing video games. He looked at Miles, who was distressed.

"Yo, you don't look so good, Miles," Ganke said, sitting up and pausing his game.

"How could I 'look' good, Ganke?!" Miles shouted, "My life is falling apart!"

"Bro, sit, and I'll give you some tea," Ganke said.

He forced Miles to sit down and grabbed some tea from the refrigerator. He sat beside Miles and rubbed his back, handing the cold tea to him. Miles tried to relax, his leg bouncing uncontrollably.

"Now, what's up, man?" Ganke said.

Miles took a deep breath, embarrassed about the words he was about to say. He shut his eyes.

"I mated with myself," Miles said, "I mated with an alternative of me in a different universe, and now I don't know what to do because I don't want to run back to him, but my hormones drove me crazy, and I think I'm pregnant and I can't tell my parents because then they'll find out I'm Spider-Man and I can't have that happen, so I need your advice because if I tell my other friends they'll probably think I'm crazy or crazy,"

Ganke was shocked, and Miles was out of breath. Ganke stammered over his words before shouting:

"WHAT?"

He was speechless; many questions ran through his mind like deer in a wildfire.

"You- mate with- yourself?" Ganke said, piecing everything together, "But- why?"

"He came onto me!" Miles said.

"N-n-n-no- fuck that- YOU'RE PREGNANT?"

"I don't know!" Miles said, "I haven't taken a test,"

"My advice, to you, as a fellow omega, is to get FUCKING TESTED," Ganke shouted.

"And if I'm positive?" Miles asked.

"You should've used a condom," Ganke joked but quickly got serious, "but you gotta let 'the father' know,"

"No, I'm not running back to him," Miles said.

"I'm not saying run back to him; I'm saying let him at least know that you have his kid," Ganke responded, "and you should probably terminate it,"

Miles stayed silent, going through a lot, and Ganke understood that.

"How many times did he bite you?" Ganke asked.

"Three motherfucking times," Miles said, his face full of anger.

Ganke decided against making a joke. It was going to either darken the mood or make Miles even angrier.

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