"Why would an alpha be so wet with slick?" he pressed, and I screamed into the blankets. There was no question of what this was anymore. I could fight it all I wanted, but that wasn't going to stop this. This was estrous. I was going into heat. I could feel my alpha fading away and another presence inside me coming to life.
"Because," I began, but I couldn't finish the thought. I screamed again, not wanting to continue.
"Why are you this wet, Freya?" he pushed, his voice far too calm.
"Because I'm going into heat," I sobbed. Tears raced down my cheeks and everything in me fought against what he was saying.
"Please, make it stop," I begged.
"What are you, Freya?" he pressed, not allowing me to change the subject or ignore what was happening to me right now.
