3. Repetition
Chapter three
Repetition
It took me two days to recover enough that I could talk again. The alphas fed me fresh fruit and fish, but all I really wanted was sugary foods. I didn't dare say that, though.
"How long was my heat?" I asked Melvin on the third morning, as he helped me downstairs.
"Three days. Crazy, crazy sexy days," he laughed. "You were a dick monster! I don't think I'll need sex until your next heat."
"Me either," I muttered. My pussy still ached from the abuse it had taken.
Four weeks later, I held another negative test in my hand. This time, instead of getting upset, Charlie pulled out the pink vial and drew up more liquid.
"Charlie, please. It was too much," I begged.
"Don't you want to have a baby for your pack?" he demanded. "I know this sucks, but it's a small sacrifice to make to build our family."
I wanted to tell him it wasn't his sacrifice to make, but he already had the needle buried in my ass cheek and was injecting me with the dreaded liquid.
This time, I went into heat the next day. It was a weekend, since the alphas had decided it made more sense to be around this time in case things started abruptly. And they did.
One minute I was folding clothes, the next I was curled into a ball on the sofa, screaming as my guts writhed inside me. Lorne was there in a moment, laying me out on the cushions and pulling off my soft pants. He dove between my legs, his fingers pumping into my pussy as he kissed me.
"You'll be okay. We're here this time," he assured me.
"Knot!"
He flipped me over, pulling my hips up and rubbing his hand between my legs. "You're not slicking, baby."
He was right. Just like last time, my body screamed for a knot, but stayed dry as a bone.
Lorne stood up and moved in front of me. "Get me wet."
I let him shove himself into my mouth, using as much saliva as possible before he turned me so my front was pressed against the back of the couch, my head turned awkwardly to the side.
He spat and I felt him push his fingers into me again, this time with his saliva as lube. We'd never had lube in this house since I always produced plenty of slick.
When he pressed carefully into my body, the pain in my abdomen eased up, but I could feel the stretch. My body wanted that knot, but it was nowhere near ready.
This time, my heat lasted four days. The cum and knots kept me going, but I was bleeding when I finally came down and went to scrub myself in the shower.
Even though the alphas hadn't been very rough, my body kept rejecting them and they'd found themselves torn between pounding me like I begged for and holding back to avoid hurting me more.
"Is this normal?" I heard Lorne say as I dried myself off. He was talking softly, but I still heard his words.
"I talked to Lee, he said the extreme heats are why they're holding off on the trials right now. But apparently, the shots also increase fertility, so she should be pregnant this time. It compounds, too."
"So the more shots, the more likely she is to get pregnant," Lorne sighed. "It just seems really hard on her, and us, too."
"It will be worth it when we get to carry on our legacy," Charlie assured him.
Exhausted, I stumbled to the pack bed and fell into it, asleep in moments.
***
Every month, the routine was the same. Negative pregnancy test, injection, intense heats and knotting, leaving me physically and mentally drained.
The forced heats started faster each time until soon it was just an hour after Charlie pumped the pink liquid into me that the cramps and sweating would start.
We had to plan each one for the weekend so the men were home, since I went into heat so fast. They set up the schedule after I hit my heat twice with no one there.
The alphas were going out more and more often. Where they used to head to the bar at night, now they were leaving any time of day, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before they disappeared out the door.
As soon as they left, I usually curled up on the sofa to nap.
Even when I wasn't in heat, I was completely wiped out.
It was a struggle to get my chores done and our dinners were often simple meals I could cook without standing at the stove all day.
Every part of me was tired and it only got worse after each forced heat.
"Can we please wait a bit?" I begged one night at dinner, the stupid plastic test on the table, a single line showing. "I'm so tired, Charlie."
He sighed, looking at me. "If we wait, it will be another week. You know we have to be here for the weekend."
Tears welled up in my eyes, the only type of bodily fluid I seemed to be able to summon these days. "What if we skip a month?"
"That's too much time wasted," he said firmly. "Come on, you've been taking the prenatal vitamins, right? It's going to work this time."
"Please, one month." I turned my eyes to Melvin and Lorne, who both looked to Charlie.
"Are you going to let us into your bed during that month?" Melvin asked wearily.
After the pain I went through with each heat, I wanted nothing to do with the alphas between breeding sessions. If we waited a month, they'd have to abstain for an extra month.
My head hung. There was no way that was fair. The bonds hummed with their need for sex.
"We'll use lube this time, okay?" Lorne offered with a soft smile. "It won't hurt."
But it did. Just like every other time.
When I came out of that heat, I lay there in the sweaty nest, staring at the twinkle lights overhead and listening to the sounds of my alphas breathing around me. Even their scents bothered me now. When one of them started to smell stronger because he was turned on, my stomach churned.
Crawling out of the nest, I headed straight to the bathroom to wash myself. This time, they'd insisted on tipping me up so their cum would stay against my cervix for as long as possible. Charlie seemed certain it would work. I was certain I was broken.
Scrubbing my skin free of their scents, I ran a hand between my legs, feeling the swollen, sore skin there. They'd used lube when they remembered, but even that wore off far too quickly and I was rubbed raw, inside and out.
As I dried myself off, I looked into the mirror.
"That was the last heat," I said aloud. "Never again."
I told them at dinner that night, frozen pizzas that I managed to get into the oven before dropping into a chair. "I can't do this again. I'm finished."
"Your purpose as our omega is to give us babies," Melvin said, frowning. "Maybe you do need a break."
"I don't want 'a break' from back-to-back heats, I want to never have a heat again," I said roughly. My throat always hurt after my heats, from all the screaming.
"Olivia, relax. You'll feel so much better about everything when you have a baby in your arms," Charlie soothed. "This is it, I'm sure."
"No." I crossed my arms, staring at the stupid salmon on my plate. "I'm not doing another forced heat and I'm not eating another piece of fucking fish."
"Ohhh, omega tantrum!" Melvin chuckled. "You really want some pizza, huh? I'm sure you can have a piece and go back to your regular diet tomorrow."
"Wait." Charlie stopped Melvin from handing me a piece of pizza. "There could be a baby in there already. We have to stick to the routine until we know for sure."
That was the last straw. I didn't even want pizza. I didn't want anything. So, I stood up and left the table before my alphas for the first time since they'd chosen me.
"Where are you going?" Lorne asked in confusion.
"To bed. Don't join me."
Their voices made their way to me as I dragged myself up the stairs.
"She's really upset, Charlie, we should let her rest a bit."
"There's no time for rest! She's already past her prime, so if she's going to get pregnant, it has to be now."
I locked my door behind me and crawled into bed, determined to sleep until I felt better. Maybe I would never wake up.