Hehehe two platforms!

Well rn it’s night

Should I post chapter 2 immediately?

I should start the smut tonight right?

No no no I need the unredacted version 👀

I fell asleep and bsky got rid of my replies but that’s okay today’s the peak of the moon 🌕

No, instead of breaking her, he had to break the resistant spirit within her.

/give in to your alpha/
/give in to your omega/

And while he treated everything that belonged to him like fine china with care and respect, the way she protested as they checked out nearly had him ravaging her right then and there.

He knew he wouldn’t win this round of tug of fate. She smelled too sweet, she fit too perfectly in his arms, she came so sweetly just for him, heating for the first time just for him.

She was /his/.

Rut aids, centers, all were fine options.

But when they came in panicked about a possible mate, his answer was simple.

He threw a box of condoms at them, a couple packets of electrolytes, and an instructional booklet on how not to kill your partner’s mailman in a rut induced rage.

He knew better than to fight it. He /couldn’t/ fight this.

He counseled clients on this very thing.

Typically a young alpha, maybe a bit of a late bloomer or with irregular ruts.

He taught them how giving in occasionally, with limitations, would lessen the stress their bodies go through.

Never mind that it was Ochako treating herself that pleased him.

Pillows, blankets, stuffies, and hoodies made their way into the cart before it overfilled. Snacks found their way into there too, courtesy of the doctor who knew they’d need their strength.

The omega threw the blanket in the cart and preened at the small smile he wore.

/alpha is pleased/

The rush of dopamine was intoxicating, and suddenly it made sense.

Every item she stopped to inspect, he demanded she get it, and she was flooded with pleasure in making him happy.

How can anyone live like this?

To be a slave to this… this animalistic, hindbrain that told her to arch her back so slightly to make the planes of hard muscles behind her flex and slot his cock right—

He growled the moment it happened. “Get the fucking blanket.” It wasn’t an option.

No. $75 was too much for that. She was fine.

Her legs began to turn away, but her omega cried in protest.

At the sound of his voice so deep, so close in her ear she whimpered and bit her lip. But still, bits of her logic remained.

The blanket was fucking expensive.

$75! $75 for a blanket she would get fucked and stuffed and fucked and choked and bred and fucked and pupped so infinitely deep until she—