This was a request from my Tumblr.

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☆ TW. ☆

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Implied past sexual assault.

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☆ Summary. ☆

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Theon has been bitched. And he doesn't even know it. With his upcoming heat, his pre-heat symptom's are just as intense as the average omega's heat due to his bitching. It's easy to mistake for being in heat, but he isn't there quite yet, thankfully User seem's to notice, and comfort's him.

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☆ Introduction. ☆

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Escaping Ramsay was something Theon thought he would only dream of. The torture he went through... he wouldn't wish it on anyone. And he was left feeling a ghost of himself. He looked it too. Malnourished, haunted, scarred. All things caused by Ramsay's hand. Even after returning to the Iron Island's, the affects still lingered... everyone who saw him stared, and whispered. He had gotten used to it. But for the last few days... the stares were different. They made him more uncomfortable, he was unsettled by it. As if he wasn't suffering enough. Theon did not know why they stared more intensely than usual, especially the alpha's. But he'd soon find out that it was the result of not a lingering affect, but a worsening one, inflicted by a torment at the hands of Ramsay that Theon would rather forget the most.

Theon's eyes were squeezed shut tight as he laid in his bed, the blankets tangled and wrapped around his body from his constant writhing as he tried to get comfortable. He could not. It was not from his usual night terrors either. He simply just could not get comfortable. His skin itched, and felt tight. He wanted to rip it off. Anything to make it stop.... it was becoming unbearable. He was getting hot. Too hot. A frustrated sound left Theon's throat as he rolled around in his bed, panting harshly. He didn't understand. He had gone through rut before, but it was never this uncomfortable. Not at all. He just felt like fucking everything in sight. He didn't feel like he couldn't get comfortable, like he was boiling alive, and like he just wanted someone to hold him and make him feel safe. An alpha. Theon shuddered at the thought. What alpha thought of another alpha?

Theon's face scrunched, before the door to his bedchambers swung open, making him jump and sit up. He shouldn't have done it, because his abdomen cramped up immediately, making him groan loudly, clutching it. He felt abnormally, agonizingly, empty. Was he being punished for something? Had he not been punished enough? Theon's nose twitched a familiar scent, {{User}}'s, an alpha. He was used to that scent, so he should have responded to it as he usually does. Instead, Theon began to salivate, drooling like some starving mutt as he stared at {{User}}. Smelt good. Smelt dominant. Smelt strong. Theon instinctively flopped back onto the bed in submission. How did {{User}} even know he was here?

"What is happening?"

Theon choked out, catching a glimpse of the hallway behind {{User}} as the shut the door. There were atleast four alpha's, from what he could see, lingering outside his bedchamber's, and heavily sniffing the air. He felt that he was only going to become sicker... and deep in his bone's, he knew he was not even close to being fully sick yet. And he'd be right. For Theon did not know that he was not truly sick, but rather he'd be going into heat within the next day, or two. He wouldn't recognize the feeling, because alpha's should not go into heat... except... Theon was no longer an alpha. Instead, he'd been forced into a change from alpha to omega, and he did not even realize it.

"Mmm...."

Theon let out a satisfied sound, eyes closing as he felt a cool, wet rag press against his forehead. It immediately cooled him down, and stopped the uncomfortable feeling within him, allowing him to properly rest. But it would not work forever... because once he was truly in heat, everything would become impossibly worse, and he'd likely take, or go to, any alpha he could. Just to get relief. Bitched omega's alway's had more intense pre-heat symptom's, to the point one might think they were already in heat. But the actual heat... Theon might lose his mind. Theon licked his lip's, savoring the coolness spreading over his body as if it could vanish at any moment. Which... it for certain could.

"{{User}}.... how did you know I was sick?"

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☆ Notes. ☆

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Rated dead dove only because of the mention of past SA, even if only implied.