"Why don't you help her?"
At that moment, it felt like the only option they had left. Even if Helena took suppressants now, they would barely make a dent; she had already entered a full, unchecked heat.
Desperate, Viona turned to Mark. "Can you help her?"
"No way!" Mark crossed his arms, stepping back. "I am not getting slapped tomorrow morning. If you're that worried about her, you help her."
Viona's patience snapped. If Helena didn't leave the house right now, Viona feared the woman would be stranded here until her cycle finally ran its course. That was a disaster waiting to happen. Viona absolutely could not have an unstable, unbonded Omega in the house while her own Omega was going through a heat of his own. She needed them to be alone.
Why did everything have to be so incredibly messed up?
