Just Mates

"I never want to find my mate."

Ivy's been saying that since she was twelve. Since she watched the mate bond ruin her mother's life. As an omega, she's spent years on suppressants to avoid the heat cycles, the judgment, the pull. She's got a dream job as a nurse, a charming house, a long list of casual friends and one big, dependable constant: her best friend and roommate, Theodore.

Teddy's always been there. Since they were kids. Since before Ivy knew what the word omega even meant. He builds things with his hands, reads old paperbacks, makes tea that tastes like home and gives the best hugs she's ever felt. But that's just Teddy. Sweet. Steady. Six foot something of absolute comfort.

Then comes the issue at the pharmacy.

For the first time in her adult life, Ivy's off her suppressants, and everything starts to feel... off. She's restless. Sensitive. Hot in a way that has nothing to do with the broken radiator Teddy is dutifully fixing. Are those new back muscles?

Teddy won't look at her. Won't touch her. And worst of all?

She wants him to.