The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra
Chapter 108: Pre-Heat (2)

Chapter 108: Pre-Heat (2)

His misty eyes stared at the clothes for a moment before he smiled and seemed to think of something. In fact, rather than saying it was all intentions, his instincts as an omega was guiding him.

Holding Spade’s suit, which still had the alpha’s scent, Arren walked to the bed and rearranged the stuff there. Sometimes his lips would pout, then frown, and only after getting into the desired position did he smile with satisfaction.

If one looked closely, no one would be unfamiliar with it, especially omegas. It was an omega in the pre-heat building his nest!

Most of the time, some omegas skip nesting entirely, especially if they are already in heat or are only planning to spend the heat with an alpha companion without any strings attached. Nesting wasn’t common at this point in time, where having heat and rut companions were beginning to be the norm.

After all, the idea of an omega was to have a secure and comfortable place for him to be mated with his alpha, so it certainly needed some sort of connection and feelings for this instinct to be triggered. In a sense, if the omega already developed a nesting habit during his heat, it only meant he saw the alpha that would accompany him as his mate or a potential mate.

After arranging the mattress, quilts, and pillows to form his preliminary nest, Arren seemed to think of something else and stood up. He brought over some of his and Spade’s clean clothes and arranged them neatly in the bed while also having a messy look at the same time.

When he was done doing this, he laid down on his nest, curling up slightly while holding Spade’s used clothes tightly. He was becoming muddleheaded due to the scent, and sometimes there was also some pain in his stomach that intensified the hotness that he was feeling.

"Spade... Alpha..." he mumbled, somewhat in a desperate and longing tone. He knew he wanted something, but he couldn’t pinpoint what it was. Arren also deeply missed his boyfriend, so much so that he was thinking of going out and meeting him to ease his yearning.

However, when this thought crossed his mind, Arren’s blank and misty eyes seemed to flash with a reason as though he had been awakened by some kind of enchanting dream.

He blinked his eyes, still somewhat immersed in the inexplicable sensations that were beginning to take over him. It took a few seconds before he finally pulled his thoughts together and began to think clearly.

Arren knitted his brows as he pursed his lips, and while not letting go of the cloth in his hand, he sat up and then roamed his eyes to the bed. Looking and scrutinizing the masterpiece that he created while deeply enchanted earlier.

It didn’t take him very long to realize the purpose of what he did or even his condition at the moment. His mouth was slightly agape as he muttered out loud.

"Fuck, am I in pre-heat?" Arren’s astonishment was real as he looked at his masterpiece and then fiddled with the clothes in his hands.

No matter what he thought, that was really the case. As an omega, he wasn’t new to the knowledge of pre-heats and heats. However, saying he wasn’t new to it was not the truth either.

It was because, ever since he presented as an omega when he was eighteen, he was already taking his suppressants on time, and he had never truly experienced a natural heat before. The first time he experienced a heat, and a bad one at that, was the last time he was drugged.

Preheats usually lasted two days and a week at most before becoming a real heat that needed suppressants or to be spent with an alpha. Sometimes this stage was skipped when an omega’s hormones have abnormal reactions or were much higher than normal. However, preheats were actually beneficial to let the omega prepare for the actual heat.

Arren quickly calmed down and slumped himself in the nest he had created. He wasn’t really surprised that he was about to go into heat, as after all, it was his wish when he didn’t take his suppressant dose for December.

Still, it was surreal, or perhaps the right word was that... he was so excited and nervous at the same time. Arren was ready for it but also had this feeling of anticipation and self-doubt: what if things didn’t turn out well?

He was aware that this was only an influence of the preheat which omegas normally experience, and though every time they were in heat. It was especially for an omega like him, who had an alpha that they wanted to spend it with.

Arren took a deep breath as he observed his condition. Since this was his first time experiencing heat naturally, he needed to do so. Afterward, he finally assessed himself. His expression turned a bit grim because his preheat might only last for hours before his actual heat came.

This discovery didn’t surprise him too much, as earlier, when he suddenly blanked out and his instincts took over, it was already a sign that a rather bad heat was coming. If not, for a dominant omega like Arren, and with someone who has a stronger will than most, there was no way his omega instincts could overwhelm him so fast.

Perhaps, this came from the fact that this was his first natural heat, despite having presented as an omega for over three years. The professionals were right that omegas and alphas needed to spend their cycles on a regular basis, as suppressants could make the next cycles twice as painful.

Arren calculated that he might only have over six hours before his heat flared up and his omega instincts took over his rationality and consciousness. And that wasn’t an absolute; it could be more or even less than that time.

He didn’t hesitate anymore and immediately thought of contacting Spade. With his condition, there was no way he could tell the alpha personally. Fortunately, as this room and place were deeper in the palace with enough security, he didn’t need to worry that his pheromones, which already had signs of an omega in heat, could seep outside and invite some alpha guests over.

With this in mind, holding the suit, he went and found his phone, which he didn’t know where he had placed it. As he wasn’t using his phone these days and it was useless for him, he hasn’t seen it since.

Fortunately, he found it soon after. It was only in the bedside drawer; perhaps Spade put it there. He immediately contacted Spade as soon as he found it and came back to the bed.

He was beginning to become agitated, and even the itchiness of his skin and the irritation he was feeling in his clothes because of the hotness he was feeling was intensifying with each passing second.

Damn! Heats were seriously troublesome.

It only took a few rings before the call was connected, and Arren was slightly sorry inside for disturbing the alpha, as he knew how busy he was. However, this couldn’t be delayed either.

"Arren? Do you need something?" Spade’s deep voice reached his ears. His tone was like it was enchanted by something, and the sensation he was feeling was immediately intensified by another notch by hearing his voice alone.

And with this, he groaned that he couldn’t stop from escaping from his lips. It was no doubt an ambiguous sound.

Spade suddenly fell silent on the other side of the line, it was unknown what was happening to him after hearing Arren’s ambiguous sound.

"Arren... You?" The alpha exhaled, his voice much deeper this time, as though confirming something. The alertness in his tone and even something else was becoming obvious.

Arren nodded even though the other couldn’t see him. Spade’s voice was intensifying his longing, and it seemed even the prediction time for his actual heat had decreased significantly.

With his throat becoming parched once more, he spoke, in a tone, no alpha would ever think of refusing.

"Spade, come here. I-I need you."

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