Senator Diego Paolo votes for new bill that proposes reversal of omega protection laws Darius Holt helped put in place over a year ago.
Pictures from the Holt wedding (just like we promised)!
Before he even opened his eyes, Marlowe felt like shit. Was he even Marlowe anymore now that his last name was legally Holt? Sario's nickname for him, Luca, already felt more like his actual name and it had not even been a day. Luca. It was strange to think of himself by that name, even though his body already responded to it. A wave of heat swept up his body. It was not embarrassment. He only knew that because pain followed. He gritted his teeth against it, wondering why–
He cut his own thoughts off with a palm to the face. His suppressants. He had not taken them in more than 24 hours like the true fucking idiot he was.
The mattress shifted as Sario sat up and leaned over him. "Hey, what's going on?"
Luca buried his face in the pillow he clutched to his chest. This was humiliating.
"Luca?"
He looked up so abruptly he and Sario almost knocked heads. "I'm a fucking idiot."
Sario frowned. "I think you're smarter than most of my classmates." Sweet, but not right now.
"I forgot to take my suppressants yesterday," Luca snapped. "With the sex and the marking, my body's reacting." When Sario just gave him that clueless puppy look, Luca rolled his eyes and shoved Sario away as he sat up. "I've been ambushed by a fucking heat."
Sario's face went red, which was surprising since he had been so shameless last night. "Sorry?" he apologized timidly.
Luca gave him the middle finger and turned his back. "So now I'm going to suffer for the next couple days."
"There's medication," Sario offered tentatively. "Maya says it really helps her."
Luca rolled his eyes. "I'm not like other omegas. Nothing helps." He stood up, fully aware that he was still very naked. "If I'm needed for anything, I'll be curled up in the shower regretting my entire life." He slammed into the bathroom. It was huge and very nice, but he did not really pay much attention to it. He yanked the shower on, pulling the handle over to the H. He did not get in until steam was rising. The hot water nearly burned his skin off, but better that than the stabbing pain in his gut. It was not exactly Sario's fault, but Luca really needed someone to focus his rage on and Sario was convenient. He turned into the tiled corner of the shower and screamed. He could not handle this. The absolute torture of his heats was one of the primary reason he had started taking suppressants, but once the heat had started, the suppressants did nothing to help. They were a preventative measure, nothing more.
He leaned his forehead against the wet tiles, trying to focus on the scalding water pouring down on his back. "Fuck," he whispered to himself as pain knifed through his abdomen. He squeezed his eyes shut, but he still felt the tears squiggle down his face to fall down the drain. Only childbirth could possibly be more painful than this.
And now he was a complete wreck. He pressed his back to the shower wall and slid down to curl up on the floor. He dropped his head onto his knees and just sobbed. He hated this. He was so fucking emotional and had zero control over his thoughts.
If Sario saw him like this, he was screwed. Forever.