For The Beta I Fell For (bl)

Love Potion

Layle was angry.

His rut, that ended few days ago, has visited him once again. He felt it in his bone, that consuming feeling, that takes all of his energy away from him, the imbalance of his feelings, making his mood swings from happy to sad in seconds, and his pheromones that become abnormal again.

And the most annoying of them all is lust, that made him loose his senses. He was tired, annoyed, sick, and angry.

He drove to the hospital, as fast as the symptoms started, and by the time he made it to his doctor, he fell on the chair, fever comsumed him.

"That pretty unusual."

Said his doctor in a serious tone, giving him a pheromones stabilizer through needle, and waited for few minutes، for the drug to work his way through Layle's veins.

"To have your rut twice in the same week is unusual."

"How to fix it?" Layle asked, his pheromones subdued cause of the injection, but his bones still hurt, he was still recovering from the previous rut after all.

"Your test are all clean, your body is fine, being a pure alpha is a next level, but it's not something you can't handle."

Layle threw his head to the back, a growl left his mouth. He was tired, physically and mentally tired.

"I said your body is fine, but maybe your mind is not?"

The doctor said it as a question, but what he said is actually the answer. Emotions play the biggest rule in pheromones, and in ruts too. If the alpha is under a lot of stress, his pheromones will manifest through rut.

"For two years, your rut became stable with the help of meds, but suddenly you relapsed. Maybe something happened, if not encountering a fated mate, then because you encountered a problem."

The doctor was an old alpha in his fifties, his eyes that studied Layle, made the latter uncomfortable, he reminded Layle of his dad, so he feared to give an answer, and tell him what happened.

But Layle had an idea, he suspected the cause before, but paid no real attention to it. The night he relapsed and had his first irregular rut, is the night he met Keith at the bar, after two years of disappearance.

From then on his emotions became unstable, and so became his ruts.

"You might be right." Layle bitterly admitted.

"You need to fix the problem." His doctor advised. "Stop stressing yourself too. It sounds stupid, but this is your solution. I'll prescribe anti anxiety."

"It won't help." Layle objected, "I don't think I can fix my problem."

The doctor became curious to know what stresses the young man, but he is professional, and can't ask that, so he instead asked;

"Did something happen through these days, that might contributed? Is it the same problem?"

Layle rubbed his eyes in annoyance, and his hand moved to brush his hair away from his face, he sighed and was about to speak, but felt a bulb forming in his throat, it was weird and uncomfortable, it was tiring and irritating, Layle became angry and his anger grew ten fold stronger thanks to his rut.

He hit his face with his palms before covering it, he needed to hide the face he was making.

His rut returned right after Keith confessed his love.

Even when he acts like he doesn't care, his pheromones exposed him, his pheromones made him realize things he didn't know about himself, emotions he never noticed.