“Valentin, did you hear what I just said?”

“Huh…?”

Valentin didn’t seem to hear a word. He was sprawled on Reynard’s chest, his nose buried in the alpha’s thick pheromone gland, inhaling deeply and erratically.

“Haa…”

Reynard’s marked omega was rapidly succumbing to his heat cycle, spurred by the intoxicating pheromones his bonded alpha was naturally emitting.

Should I call for suppressant syrup? Reynard’s gaze flickered to the bell on the bedside table, his mind racing.

Suppressants wouldn’t completely halt the cycle, but they could subdue the heat’s intensity to a degree. Omegas who wished to avoid pregnancy often took …