Even before his heat had truly begun, Le An already knew how much it would hurt, of course he did. No matter how determined he tried to seem, deep down, he'd anxiously awaited these few days, unsure of how he would get through them. Because this was the only thing he could do: grit his teeth and, like every omega, lose the compass of his own body and desires for a few days. If everything went as planned, why not? Others had made it through, even without suppressants.
But now, for the first time, as his consciousness slowly surfaced on its own, without anyone waking him, tears had already pooled behind his closed lids, waiting to spill. When the sharp pain and burning sensation began creeping back into his body, it felt like something he had lived through a hundred times. Maybe he had. He wasn't sure anymore.
