Steve slowly looked through the bag, pulling a few things out to inspect them before putting them back in and nodding slowly. “That’s all mine,” he said quietly. “I don’t see anything that’s missing. And a doctor won’t be able to do much, honestly. I was never allowed suppressants and the one time I had them, they made me so sick, I wanted to die. I’m a week out from my scheduled heat so there’s not much to be done about that.”
Peter nodded as he listened, watching Steve check through everything. “If you want, I can offer a way to keep the others away during your heat?” he asked. “There’s a few rooms uptairs in the manor where the unbonded omegas we take in can stay during their heats if they choose.” he explained. “The betas help keep them clean since the scent can cause the alphas to go into rut, so they would check in on you, but no alphas would try to force themselves on you.” he walked over to open the passenger door for Steve.
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