Page 15 of Talk About… Dramay

“Are you ready to go, Stormy?” he asked as he led me out of the building.

“Move in with me, Roman.”

He looked startled for a second, surprised, but he didn’t dismiss it.

“My lease is month to month,” he admitted, his voice slow and low like he was working it out in his head. “I just have to give thirty days notice, and my rent is due in about 3 days. If you’re serious, then I’m willing to give it a try.”

“You’re mine, Roman. I don’t want to go back to the way things were before I found you.”

His gaze softened and he pulled me in, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“It’s settled then, Stormy. I’m yours now, you can’t take it back.”

Oriana

My doctor walked in and put my scans on the table in front of me. His somber face and tight lipped smile as he entered had my stomach sinking.

The nurses stuck me in this conference room to wait and I’d spent the last thirty minutes ready to throw up. Between the pain and panic, I was sure this was going to be bad news.

Now I was positive it was.

“You’re allergic to the suppressors, Oriana. You can’t keep taking them.”

He was blunt as usual, refusing to hide anything from me, but the words were delivered with care. I’d always loved how kind and attentive he was but the way he was watching me now made me want to run out of this room.

I was not okay.

The feeble walls I’d kept around myself were crumbling. Pain I had spent hours in therapy working through was right back at the surface.

My alpha rejected me, wasn’t that bad enough? Now the doctor was telling me I’d have to suffer through my heats without anything to dull the pain? Didn’t I already suffer enough?

Suffer was putting it mildly. It would be a week of pain, longing, and emotional damage I knew would haunt me for weeks after. Would that make Roman run for the hills?

I’d been so excited at the art class, had fallen hard and fast for this beta, but now I worried it was a fragile thing that would be shattered by this mess. We’d come so far in the past two weeks and I couldn’t shake the feeling it was about to fall apart.

Taking on a bonded, but rejected omega was one thing. Having her suffer a heat, an unsuppressed one without her bonded alpha there, was another.

My beta and I had come to terms with it being just us two. I would take suppressors and ride out heats and that would be fine.

Now… I didn’t have that option.

Fuck.

It took every bit of focus to finish hearing the explanation. He broke down the damage the last heat had caused as he showed me the pictures that I could barely make sense of.

His weathered eyes were narrowed slightly in concern and the way his hands fidgeted with my file in his hands told me he was letting me down gently.

“And if I don’t?” I asked in a quiet voice, refusing to meet his eyes. It felt as if I spoke any louder it would make this all a reality.

My hands were already shaking and tears burned behind my eyes, threatening to spill free. I hated feeling like a weak, little omega. He was telling me exactly what I had been panicking about for weeks.

Roman knew I was freaking out when I left this morning. He promised he’d be there for me when I got home. All I told him was that I wasn’t reacting to suppressors and was hoping to find a solution.

I didn’t expect this outcome.

I’d taken these meds for every heat since I turned eighteen. Every few months I locked myself away with basic food and hydration, took copious amounts of meds, curled into a ball, cried, fought through the pain, and waited it out until everything faded.

Rinse and repeat for several years.