Mate of Mine

d to hav

own Beth for the entire five years since she moved from her tiny hick town in the middle of nowhere, Ohio, to the big city. She's a level-

vacuum; a sort of ongoing dissonant chord that's getting louder and louder wi

ve been on the maximum dosage of suppressants for almost ten years. That's horrifi

he should basically smell like a Beta to random passerby, and barely be able to catch an Alpha's scent. Those are the cold, hard facts. The why behind her dosage is another matter entirely. "I've had soft heats, whenever I have antibiotics." She swal

nsurpassed heat,

frown, and Beth can feel the pretty key-lime walls closing in,

when you were seventeen-" Dr. Faulk cuts o

ng, but if the subject could change, that would be pretty neat. May

omfortable to hear, but you need to have a heat. An unsuppressed one. Or your suppressants are

e. She won't be able to truly catch the scent of Beth's di

e to go off suppressants completely. Until then, I'm cutting your dosage down." She begins to write on the clipboard, and all Beth can d

There are several things happening inside her head, and none o

ting pat. "You will get through this. Soon you'll be on a healthy amount of suppressants, and yo

t hits the tiles beneath her feet as she

t's that or go cold turkey to the lo

er throat. A heat every two months is unheard of. The average is twice a year, at t

thing that could possibly be worse than this. Nothing. She can't have a heat,

ough the blind panic, Beth manages to squeeze back. "It'll be alright. J