The Bully Alpha's Fake Alpha Mate (BL) Chapter 65: SECOND HEAT CYCLE part 1

ASHER

The pills worked for exactly six days. Six days of relief, six days where my scent stayed stable, six days where I could almost pretend everything was normal and then they failed.

I was sitting in Advanced Combat Theory when it started. One mont I was taking notes on pack dynamics. The next, heat was flooding through my system like a wildfire, fast and rciless and completely indifferent to the fact that I was sitting in a room full of Aphas.

My pen slipped from my fingers and I gripped the edge of my desk tightly. I pressed my back straight against the chair and told myself it was nothing, told myself the pills were still holding, told myself to keep writing but the heat didn’t care what I told myself.

It moved fast, faster than the first ti, like it had been building pressure behind the suppressants for six days and now the wall had cracked and everything was rushing through at once. My skin went electric and the classroom air thickened until I couldn’t breathe it normally anymore, thirty students and chalk dust and soone’s coffee and underneath all of it, cutting through all of it, a pull in my chest so sharp it nearly bent forward.

North... Reed was sowhere north of this building.

No. Not here. Not now.

I raised my hand. My voice ca out steadier than I deserved. "Professor Williams? Can I use the bathroom?"

He waved off without looking up. I quickly grabbed my bag, walked out slowly, and carefully, one foot in front of the other. The hallway was empty which made happy, because they would have noticed the sll now coming out of my body. I made it to the nearest bathroom, locked myself in the far stall, and then the heat hit full force. I doubled over, gasping.

My whole body was on fire. Sweat soaked through my clothes in seconds. My legs buckled and the floor ca up and I was on the cold tiles with both hands pressed over my mouth muffling sounds I couldn’t let anyone hear.

Slick was already coating my thighs. My scent was changing and I could sll it happening, sweet and warm and unmistakable, pouring off in waves I had no way to stop.

Oga in heat.

The bond was pulling and demanding. The part of that was wolf and instinct and everything I’d spent two years suppressing was screaming one na over and over.

Reed. Reed. Reed.

I fumbled for my phone with shaking hands.

: Reed

: help

: bathroom second floor science building

: heat

The phone slipped and I didn’t pick it up when Reed called because another wave had crashed through , deeper than the last, and I curled tighter against the stall door and pressed my face into my knees.

"Please," I whimpered into the empty bathroom. "Please, soone help—"

The door slamd open and the familiar sll shot through .

"Asher?"

Reed’s voice hit like the first breath after drowning and I sobbed before I could stop it, just once, the relief tearing out of before I could catch it.

"Here," I managed. "I’m here—"

Then I heard his footsteps, followed by the rattling of the stall door.

"Open the door." His voice was strained in a way I’d never heard before. Tight at the edges and controlled but barely. "Asher. Open the door."

I reached up, my fingers slipped twice before the lock finally turned and Reed yanked the door open and froze.

I was on the floor, my clothes soaked through, trembling violently, and my scent flooding the small space in waves that were getting stronger by the second. I watched Reed’s nostrils flare, I watched his eyes go wide and then dark, swallowed from edge to edge until there was nothing light left in them.

"Fuck," Reed breathed. "Your heat — the pills—"

"Failed," I gasped. "Reed, please. It hurts. I need—"

"I know what you need." Reed crouched down in front of . His hand ca to my face, palm warm against my cheek, and the touch sent such a violent wave of relief through the bond that my eyes closed on their own. "Can you walk?"

"I don’t know—"

"Okay." Sothing in his voice had gone very quiet and very certain. "I’m going to carry you. We need to get you sowhere safe before anyone else slls this."

He got an arm under my knees and one at my back and lifted like I weighed nothing, my bag over his shoulder, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face against his throat because his scent was the only thing making the pain even slightly bearable. The bond settled a fraction the mont I was against him, just enough to breathe.

"Hold on to ," Reed said and I did, I held on to him like my life depended on him.

The walk across campus blurred, classes were between sessions and so students who had skipped their classes were outside. I felt every Alpha head turn as we passed, I felt them catch my scent and their attention sharpen, and Reed’s growl was continuous and low and his body angled outward like a wall between and all of it.

He had my head pressed against his shoulder that no one would notice or saw who he was carrying. Reed was keeping safe and protecting my secret from others like he promised.

His scent was already wrapping around mine, mixing with it, claiming it, and one by one the eyes dropped away and nobody dared co close.

I didn’t know when we arrived at his room building, or how he climbed the stairs or even got to his room. All I heard was the sound of the door locked behind us and the curtains drawn and the world sealed completely out.

Reed laid gently on his bed and stood back.

"Asher," Reed’s voice was rough and strained. "I need you to look at ." And I did, I forced my eyes open, and Reed was standing beside his bed. His hands clenched into a fidlst and both fists against his thighs, jaw tight, and his chest heaving. His eyes when they found mine were still mostly dark.

"My rut is responding to your heat," Reed said, his voice low and careful, like every word was costing him. "I can already feel it starting and once it hits fully, I won’t be able to stop. I won’t be able to control myself. So if you don’t want this, if you want to lock myself in the bathroom and let you ride this out alone please tell now and I will respect it." He said calmly.

His tone startled , because the last ti I was in heat, Reed never asked for permission, he took without thinking of what I was going through but this ti he had taken permission and before I could respond another wave chose that mont to crash through . I writhed against his sheets, fingers twisting into the fabric, a sound escaping my throat that I had no hope of stopping.

"Don’t leave ."