As I sat in the kitchen drinking some tea I couldn't help but think of what Doctor Han said, I mean how does she expect me to ask Nat if he was okay with sleeping with me.
Not only will it be my first time doing anything, but I'm sure an alpha like him has much experience.
"AGHHH!" I groaned scratching my head.
"P'Sang do you think if I ask he will say yes?" I asked turning to him, "I don't know young master, you won't know if you don't ask." He replied shrugging his shoulders to.
"Ask what?" P'Arisa asked as she walked into the kitchen.
"P'Sa!" I cried as I huggged her, "what's wrong with you?" She asked.
Nat blinked, his brows furrowing as my words sank in. For a moment, the silence was deafening, and I could feel the heat rising to my face. I wanted to look away, to shrink into the couch and disappear, but his gaze held me in place.
"You…" he started, his voice careful. "You're asking me to stay with you during your heat?"
I nodded, unable to trust my voice. My hands were balled into fists on my lap, and I squeezed them tighter, bracing for rejection or, worse, disgust.
"Ran," Nat said, his tone softer now. "That's… a lot to ask."
"I know!" I blurted out, the words tumbling out in a rush. "You don't have to do it if you're not comfortable, Dr. Han just said that the suppressants wouldn't be as effective this time."
Nat's expression softened as he let out a small sigh, leaning back against the couch. His eyes never left mine, and the weight of his gaze made my chest feel tight.
"Ran," he said quietly, "this isn't just about comfort. This is a big deal—for both of us." He paused, running a hand through his hair, clearly searching for the right words. "You're asking me to be there for something… intimate. I don't take that lightly."
"I don't either!" I said quickly, my voice trembling with a mix of desperation and embarrassment. "I wouldn't ask if I thought I could handle it on my own. But I don't know if I can. And you're the only person I trust enough to even think about asking."
Nat's jaw tightened, and he looked down at his hands, his fingers interlacing as if he were grounding himself. "It's not just about trust, Ran. If I agree to this, it's not just me helping you through a difficult time. It's me stepping into a part of your life that might… change everything between us."
I bit my lip, my throat tight. "I know that," I whispered. "And I'm scared, okay? But I don't know what else to do. You're right, this could change everything—but isn't that better than me ending up in a situation with someone I don't trust? Someone who might hurt me?"
His head snapped up, his eyes locking onto mine. "I'd never let that happen to you," he said firmly, his voice low and filled with conviction.
"Then be there for me," I said, my voice breaking. "I don't need someone else, Nat. I need you."
The room fell silent again, the weight of my words hanging between us. Nat exhaled deeply, his shoulders relaxing just slightly as he nodded.
"Okay," he said softly. "If this is what you need, then I'll be there for you. But we do this on your terms, Ran. If at any point you change your mind, we stop. No questions, no pressure."
Tears welled up in my eyes, but I blinked them away quickly, nodding. "Thank you," I whispered. "I… I didn't know how else to ask."
Nat reached out then, his hand resting lightly on mine. "You don't have to go through this alone," he said. "We'll figure it out together."
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A few days later Nat's pov:
"P'Nat, after your done can you please go buy me a burger and fries." Mali came running into the kitchen as I washed the dishes.
"But you just ate with Mae, I'll buy it for you tomorrow." I told her. "But P'Nat I want it today!" She cried.
I sighed, turning off the faucet and drying my hands. Mali stood there, arms crossed and lips pursed in a pout that could rival any stubborn toddler. I crouched down to her level, giving her my best big brother look.
"Mali, you just ate. If I buy you a burger now, you won't be hungry later, and Mae will be upset with both of us. Do you want Mae to be mad?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Her pout deepened, and she fiddled with the hem of her shirt. "No… but I really want one, P'Nat."
I shook my head, chuckling. "How about this? If you can wait until tomorrow, I'll get you a burger, fries, and a milkshake. Deal?"
Her eyes lit up, though she tried to act indifferent. "Okay, but you better not forget, P'Nat!"
"I won't," I promised, ruffling her hair.
As she skipped off, probably to find something else to pester Mae about, my phone buzzed on the counter. I glanced at the screen, my heart skipping when I saw p'Sangs name.
"You are needed now!"
I frowned, immediately sensing the urgency in P'Sang's message. His words were always direct, but there was something about this that made me feel uneasy.
I quickly typed back. "What's going on?"
The response came almost instantly. "You need to come to the house now. Ran needs you."
I stood there for a moment, my mind racing. Ran? Why did he need me right now? Was he already in heat?
I shook my head, trying to dismiss the thought. Ran wasn't the type to let people see him vulnerable, especially when it came to something like his heat. But the urgency in P'Sang's message left no room for hesitation. I had to go—whatever was happening, I couldn't ignore it.
I grabbed my jacket from the hook by the door and stepped outside, dialing P'Sang's number on the way. My fingers were trembling slightly, a mix of concern and confusion swirling inside me.
"P'Sang," I said as soon as he picked up. "What's going on? Is Ran okay?"
"He's not," P'Sang replied immediately, his voice tight with worry. "He's been having a hard time. You need to get here quickly."
I didn't ask for more details. I couldn't afford to waste any time. My heart raced as I rushed to the bus stop drowning out the storm of thoughts in my head. Was Ran really in heat already? If so, he hadn't shown any signs, but then again, he'd been keeping his distance from everyone, even P'Sang.
The bus ride felt like it took forever. The world outside blurred as my thoughts spiraled. What if it was too late? What if I couldn't help him? The fear was gnawing at me, but I couldn't let it stop me. Ran needed me, and I wasn't going to fail him now.
When the bus finally stopped near the Tharaporn estate, I sprinted off, not bothering to wait for the doors to fully open before I made my way down the street. My heart pounded in my chest, my breath coming in short bursts as I approached the house.
I buzzed the bell for the gate and it felt forever until P'Sang came to open the gate, "this way." His voice calm with a hint of concern.
We walked through the garden of flowers until we got to Ran's are studio, P'Sang opened the door but Nat wasn't in his studio. Sang suddenly led me through a close door, to my surprise there was an elevator.
With out questions he pressed the button and it led us into a room that I've never seen in the Tharaporn estate, yes the so called art studio was enormous but I didn't think that it would have a whole bed room on top of it.
"Don't hurt him, if you do you won't like what I will do to you." P'Sang said.
I gave P'Sang a sharp look, but his warning was more protective than threatening. I understood where he was coming from, though—it was his job to look out for Ran. Still, the weight of his words only added to the nervous energy coursing through me.
"I won't hurt him," I said firmly, my voice steady. "I'm here to help."
P'Sang held my gaze for a moment longer before nodding and stepping aside, motioning for me to enter. The door opened into a large, dimly lit room. The walls were lined with bookshelves and art supplies, giving the space a warm yet chaotic feel. In the center of the room was a massive bed draped in dark sheets, and there, curled up on the edge, was Ran.
He looked small, fragile even, his back turned to the door. His shoulders rose and fell with uneven breaths, and I could hear the faint sound of his sniffles. My chest tightened at the sight. This wasn't the confident, sometimes infuriating Ran I was used to seeing.
Not to mention the whole room was filled with his pheromones, every Conner of it. I didn't know how to deal with an omega in heat, I've ever only had sex with beta's.
I covered my nose as I walked closer afraid of inhaling to much pheromones and I also end up losing control, "Ran, it's Nat are you okay?" I asked as I stood over him.
"P'Nat!" He muttered as he uncovered himself reveling his teary eyes and his flushed face, "it's me, everything is going to be okay." I said as I sat on the edge of the bed.
"P'Nat I'm scared, please help me!" He cried as he hugged my waist, "I don't want feel like this anymore!"
TBC