When Mu Yuze's heat broke, it was already the second night. The curtains were drawn, the window closed, and the room dimly lit by a small lamp on the nightstand. The air reeked of the smell of a needy Omega.
The first heat was akin to a wisp of fleeting dream, almost surreal, and all he could remember was the ache, longing and the bittersweet sensation in his chest. Now though, everything had vanished and he had returned to his usual state.
Still unable to believe that he had acted so unbridled, Mu Yuze could only stare at the night lamp with a dazed look.
Since when did his heat start? Why hadn't he sensed it coming? It seemed like he shouldn't underestimate what the textbook said— the first heat would always catch everyone by surprise, but after that, Omegas could start to count their own heat cycles and prepare themselves for the next.
No, no, he shouldn't be thinking about his heat cycles now.
Since when did his heat start?
