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Syverson frowned at the whimper that he was met with. It was clear as day to him that Daisy wasn't ready for what was about to happen but there was no real choice. Either he helped her through her heat or she died, Syverson wondered what she would prefer. It seemed pretty clear that she would rather die than sleep with him but he couldn't wrap his head around it. How could she rather die than sleep with him? It wasn't as if he was going to claim her or he planned on continuing their little arrangement. This was only for them to ensure her survival.

At least Syverson had managed to convince himself of that.

Syverson's gaze settled on Daisy and he gave her a gentle smile, only for it to fall the moment he noticed just how red and puffy her eyes were. That certainly wasn't from her heat. Some part of him was offended that she was so upset. Had he been nothing but caring toward her? That was what this all boiled down to in his mind.

Stepping to the side, Syverson offered his hand out to her. "C'mon. Let's get you all settled in bed, okay?" He tried to keep his voice even, not wanting her to get scared all over again and have some sort of fit. Leading her back into the bedroom, Syverson stepped to the side so that she could enter the bedroom in front of him. He oped she appreciated the nest he had attempted to build for her.

"Do you want a glass of water? Before we..." Syverson trailed off, figuring it would be easier on her if he didn't vocalize what they were about to do.

Daisy clutched the towel tightly against her chest before she reached out and took Syverson's hand. She had every urge to start crying again and begging him to just leave her alone, that she was sure she'd be fine, but she couldn't. It was obvious to her that it wouldn't work and it would only make this all harder on her in the end. Stepping into her bedroom, her eyes went first to her nest, on instinct, but she knew she couldn't go there. Turning towards her bed, she stopped in her tracks when she noticed the bit of a nest that the alpha had attempted. It was obvious he hadn't ever tried it before and Daisy wondered if Sy had ever had his own omega.

Slipping her hand away from his, she turned towards him and backed up until her legs touched the mattress. "Please." Daisy was almost immediate to answer, not wanting him to finish his sentence anyway. She waited until he left the room before she pulled the towel from her body. She ran it through her hair a bit more, before slowly crawling into the little nest he had made. Daisy sunk down into the blankets, rubbing her legs together, suddenly nervous about being touched by a strange man.

She slipped under one of the blankets, still wanting to keep hidden for as long as she could. It had been years since anyone other than her partner had seen her body and she felt nauseous acknowledging the butterflies in her stomach. Daisy sat back up against the pillows when he came back, and reached out to take the water from him. "T-Thanks..." she forced herself to speak. Beads of sweat were forming across her face again and she felt so stiff, the cramping in her hips worsening. Daisy quickly relaxed back into the pillows, her face scrunching up in reaction to the shooting pain running through her sides.

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Syverson nodded his head, turning to head right back out of the bedroom. He poured Daisy a tall glass of cold water, knowing that it was just another thing that would comfort her during her heat. Syverson had been with omegas during their heat, sure, but he had never actually had an omega of his own. He sighed at the thought, hoping that he was at least doing one thing wrong. He didn't want to completely traumatize Daisy. The poor omega had already lost her alpha, to have to accept help from another alpha during her heat had to be awful to her.

Returning to the bedroom, Syverson held out the glass to Daisy. "It's goin' to be okay, omega. I promise you're gonna be okay. Thsi ain't goin' to be a daily thing," he said as if he thought it would help calm her nerves. He rolled his shoulder before reaching up to tug his shirt up and over his head. He dropped it beside where he stood before his belt followed. Syverson decided to leave his pants on as he stepped up to the other side of the bed.

THe pain was written all over Daisy's face. Syverson cleared his throat as he knelt on the edge of the bed, reaching out to set his hand on her ankle. He gave a light tug to move her onto her back. "Omega, you gotta relax. I just want to help you. And then we can forget all about this. Okay?" Syverson promised, his hand moving to the blanket that she used to protect her. He started to pull on it, urging her to let go of it completely.

Daisy felt a pit open in her stomach when she watched Syverson tug his shirt off, and then his hands fumble with his belt. She brought the chilled glass to her dry lips, taking a big sip before she leaned over to sit it on the night stand. Daisy didn't believe a word when Syverson told her they could just forget about this. She'd think about it every day she was forced to leave with him, and then what would happen next heat? She'd never be able to just forget this, even if they did ignore it from day to day.

Her hand grabbed at the sheets underneath her body as her hand that held the sheet tightly to her chest loosened. Syverson slowly dragged it away, the gentle feeling of the material gliding over her soft skin giving her little goosebumps. Daisy would have to get used to this, it would be her normal for the next few days, at the least. A shiver ran through her body when she was completely exposed to him, despite how burning hot she might feel. It didn't help that she had noticed, when leaving the shower, that her bond mark was fading. Just another reminder that she wasn't a claimed omega anymore. It made her feel hollow.

His hand lingered on her thigh and she slowly reached up to stop his hand from exploring her any further. How could she trust him to take care of her? A complete stranger? Ignoring the excitement she felt, the warmth pooling in her core, her body started to tremble for a completely different reason. She didn't know the kind of alpha he was, what if he hurt her? Her clammy hand gently squeezed his, "p-please be g-gentle. Promise!"

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Syverson felt his stomach flip when Daisy stopped his hand from moving before she all but begged him to be gentle. Wasn’t that what he was doing in the first place? His brows pulled together as he gave a small nod of his head. “I won’t hurt you, ‘mega. I promise,” he attempted to reassure her. His gaze stayed on her face, wanting her to at least trust him partially. This wasn’t an ideal situation for either of them. They would physically enjoy this but beyond that, was there any emotion left to feel? “I don’t make a habit of breaking promises,” he added, a bit gruff.

Settling between her thighs, Syverson reached up to cup her cheek. His thumb brushed across her cheek and he was hesitant to lean forward and kiss her. His lips barely brushed against hers, showing just how unsure of himself he was. Syverson wasn’t the sort of alpha that was anything less than confident but still, he was an alpha. A distressed omega needed comfort. He was the one causing her to be uncomfortable and there was nothing he could do to change that. Syverson has to help her, her life depended on it.

“Do your best to relax, okay? I don’t want this to hurt you,” Syverson whispered, trailing a line of kisses down her jawline. Even if she was uncomfortable with what was happening, Syverson would do his best to east her discomfort.

Daisy watched his lips the whole time he moved in to kiss her, nervously chewing on the inside of her bottom lip before she met his kiss. It didn't feel as strange as she had expected it to. It was gentle and hesitant, but still enough to make her breath catch in the back of her throat. She slid her legs up his hips, hooking them around his waist to keep him close once his lips began exploring down her jaw.

Her heart was pounding against her chest, wondering why she didn't feel as uncomfortable as she had expected to. Just being pressed against him was enough to lower her fever a few degrees, and his beard tickled every inch of her skin that he kissed. It was more pleasant than she had expected ... Or maybe it was just due to how delusional she was due to her heat, maybe she was just giving into her instincts. She wasn't actually enjoying him, right?

She couldn't help the way her thighs tensed, how she wrapped her legs just a little tighter around his waist in anticipation. No matter how hard she tried to relax into the bed, she found it nearly impossible. "O-Okay, alpha," she whined, trying to remember he promised he wouldn't hurt her. Trying to believe it.
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Syverson was surprised when Daisy's legs lifted to wrap around his waist. He had been expecting to have to all but force himself on Daisy, just so the little omega could survive her heat. Trailing his kisses down her chest, Syverson smirked to himself. It seemed that he was getting the exact reaction out of Daisy that he had wanted. "That's it, omega. You're doing so good for me," he praised her in a low voice, his hands settled on her hips as his tongue teased her nipple. His eyes raised to watch her reaction. Pulling away from her, Syverson gave her other nipple the same treatment.

His free hand slid between their bodies. Syverson pushed himself away from Daisy just enough that he could press his thumb between her folds. Groaning at just how wet she was, the heat emanating from her made him squeeze his eyes shut. "Omega. Need you to let me take my pants off. Gonna make you feel so good," he whispered against her skin, circling his thumb around her clit. Syverson was careful not to offer too much pressure, wanting Daisy to wait until he was fucking her to feel any sense of real pleasure.

Daisy let her legs fall from around his waist, back into the blankets on the mattress. There was still a part of her who wanted to demand he get out of her bed and just leave her alone, but she knew it would be pointless and she was far to helpless right now to try and fight him off. Her vision was splotchy, and everything was a bit blurred. Each of Syverson's touches however were a sweet distraction from the awful pain in her sides. Him just dragging his hands away from her to sit back and rid himself of his jeans was enough to make her whine out for the lost touch.

She tried to follow his movements with her glossed over eyes, trying to focus on anything other than how her body craved him. She already missed every touch, every kiss. He tossed his jeans to the floor and Daisy brought her legs up, bending them at the knee as she spread her thighs apart. A feeble attempt to present for him, but she was so exhausted she could barely move. Her hands slid down her legs and she could feel her own heat, her fingers finding her clit nervously as she looked up at Syverson. "Pl-please," she panted, her fever almost becoming unbearable.

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Syverson hated having to pull himself away from Daisy long enough to shove his pants down his thighs. He balanced carefully, tugging them all of the way off before he tossed them off of the side of the bed. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, his gaze darkening as he watched Daisy present for him. it wasn't the prettiest thing ever but the thought was there, enough to make his mouth water. He groaned as he wrapped his fingers around his cock, pumping his fist lazily. "That's a pretty little omega, hm?" HE teased, his gaze dropping to watch as she teased her clit.

He settled between her thighs, guiding his tip to her entrance. "Just breath, omega," he whispered as he pressed into her. Syverson's head dropped forward, his forehead pressed against the crook of her neck. "So tight, little one. You're doing so good, taking my cock," he breathed, grunting as he sheathed himself inside her. Syverson shuddered against her, his fingers wrapping into the sheets beneath her. "Feels good, doesn't it?" He whispered, kissing along her neck lazily. "Tell me, when you're ready," he growled out the words. Every part of him wanted to just fuck her into oblivion but he was trying to be somewhat respectful of her.

Daisy shuddered at every word, even if she knew they were meant to be encouraging. She still gave herself to him, regardless of how nauseous she felt when he forced his way inside of her. He was larger, and each inch he went in further felt like he was splitting her in half, but it was also a relief. Daisy couldn't deny how she had missed an alphas touch, how good it felt to be connected with one again. He was putting just enough of his weight on her that she felt secure, safe. Sy stayed motionless once he was completely buried in her, and she could feel him pressing against her cervix, his cock throbbing as it ached to move.

"Alpha," she moaned, arching her body up against his as her legs slid back up his hips to wrap around his waist. She wanted him as close to her as possible, wanted to feel his touch on every inch of her skin. "F-Feels so good," she moaned, almost unable to keep her eyes open once his hips started to move. His lips trailed over her neck and shoulder, and she froze, feeling him cautiously pass over her fading bond mark. She was trying hard not to think about it.

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"Good girl," Syverson praised Daisy in a low voice as she moaned. As he continued to kiss along her neck, he started to smell her other alpha. Some part of him was angered by the alpha's scent but he knew just how much it probably still mattered to her. For the briefest of moments, Syverson entertained the idea of taking her completely. Sinking his teeth into her bond mark would be all it took. What would it have done to her though? Daisy had already been so skeptical of sleeping with him to begin with. She would have another heat, he would have his rut. They both had to help each other to survive. It wasn't just about the food and shelter that they both needed.

Pulling away from her, Syverson pressed back into her. He let out a low groan as he settled into a steady pace. Syverson grabbed one of Daisy's wrists and urged her to touch herself. "Go on, omega. S'okay to feel good," he whispered against her skin, his free hand gripping her hip to keep her in place as he fucked her.

Daisy closed her eyes tightly, a pink blush tinting her face as he tugged her hand down to her cunt. She didn't want to think about how good he was already making her feel. How she craved to feel him inside of her the second he pulled out. Only she knew it was a fleeting feeling and the second they were done, she would likely just feel guilty and dirty. She'd never want to admit she was feeling good, even if it was obvious.

Her fingers slipped against her clit, though she focused more on how he fucked her. Daisy fell into bliss for a few minutes, her eyes closing as she just fell back against the bed and enjoyed Syverson on top of her and how she massaged herself. She even almost got close, before she was filled with dread again. It almost hadn't crossed her mind, and she knew even if she begged, he'd likely ignore her.
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"D-Dont... inside,," she begged, her hands running up to his chest and firmly pressing against him, "pl-please don't knot me," she whined, though her body was completely going against her. She was getting slicker with each thrust, her body practically begging for his knot. But if he did, what if she got pregnant? In this world? With him? "Pl-please," she whimpered again.

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Syverson hadn't even considered not knotting Daisy. He could still finish and that could be the end of it. But he knew damn well that an alpha's knot would help Daisy through her heat faster than anything else. Whether she wanted it to happen or not, that wasn't something that Syverson was willing to give up on. He chose not to answer her at all, his thrusts becoming a bit more sporadic. He was close and he had every intention of knotting her.

"Shh, shh," Syverson shushed Daisy, pressing his finger to her lips. "Just relax. Enjoy yourself, 'mega," he grunted the words. His lips neared her bond mark for a second time and he nearly convinced himself to just do it. There was nothing that Daisy could do in the moment to stop him and once she was claimed, she was all his. That was all there was to say.

Syverson gave a hard thrust, smirking to himself as he buried his cock inside her. Kissing around the foreign alpha's claim, he groaned as his knot swelled. "Such a good little omega. Making me so proud," he praised her in a low voice, nipping at tiny bits of skin that he could reach.

Daisy's heart stopped when Syverson shushed her, being hit with the realization that if this was how the next few days of her heat would go, she was definitely coming out of this pregnant. She could only hope this was the only time and then he'd leave her alone, at least for this heat. If she was pregnant, she might as well be claimed. And by the way he was kissing closely around her fading bond mark, she realized that might be a possibility. Depending on how close he stays, if he tries to comfort her more in her heat. Daisy suspected the moment her mark was completely gone, he'd definitely try to take her.

Still, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her core clamping down around him but that did nothing to slow his harsh thrusts. Daisy moaned against the finger he had pressed to her lips, her legs shook uncontrollably and she sank her nails into his back while she spasmed around him. "O-Oh..my g-god," Daisy moaned, gently bucking her hips once he buried himself in her again completely. Her body all but tensed completely over once more when she felt his knot pop inside of her. Her whole body went rigid against him, shivering from his praises. They turned her stomach as she laid underneath of him, not to mention he was still kissing around her bond mark. Daisy tried to pull her neck away from him, but there wasn't much she could do, being locked together and trapped underneath of him.

Daisy screwed her eyes shut and tried to relax as she caught her breath. Tried to forget how his mouth was still lingering around her mark. Every breath came out as a desperate pant, and no matter how good that undoubtedly had been, she found it hard to enjoy now. She felt manipulated, and like he had taken advantage of her. Besides the fact she had no choice in whether they had sex or not, he had promised they could forget about this afterwards but she'd never be able to forget how it felt to be knotted by him. To feel his solid body pressed against hers, a thin layer of sweat glistening across his chest, sticking their skin together as they were locked in place, feeling every breath he took... If she wasn't pregnant, and he didn't claim her, she'd still never forget how this felt. Sy had promised he wouldn't hurt her, but he had. He hadn't listened to her once, not when she told him this was her house, not when she told him to get out, or that she didn't want to have sex with him or when she begged him not to knot her. Syverson just took whatever he wanted and she was waiting for him to claim her to.

She squirmed underneath of him, though her inner omega was still preening at the thought of doing a good job, of making him proud. Would it be so horrible if he did claim her? "D-Dont," Daisy panted, her hands still pressing against his chest, trying to push him away from her, though she knew he wasn't going anywhere for a few minutes. She was sure her begging was pointless, it had been on everything else up until now. If Syverson decided he wanted her now, then his mind was made up, but regardless, something told Daisy if it wasn't now, it would be later.

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In the back of his mind, Syverson knew that claiming Daisy wasn't the right thing to do. He knew she wasn't healed from having lost her former alpha but with his knot buried inside her cunt and the way she was spasming around him, he realized that even he didn't have the willpower to stop himself from claiming Daisy. She smelled so sweet, she felt right beneath him. He only hoped that Daisy would understand where he was coming from. With such little choice out there to begin with, Syverson fancied himself a catch. Daisy would have to come around, sooner or later. The whispered plea went in one ear and out the other side, a little smirk settled on his features. "Didn't I tell you to be quiet?" His voice came out far more harsh than he had meant for it to as his lips moved closer to her bond mark.

Syverson clamped down on the fading bond mark on her neck, dropping most of his weight on Daisy to keep her in place. There was no getting out of this for Daisy and he hoped she realized that. She was his now. Her life would be a whole helluva lot easier if she accepted that. Syverson leaned his forehead against her neck after he had pulled away, He only completely pulled away from her once he was able to slide out of her core. He let out a grunt as he dropped to the mattress beside her. Already, Syverson could tell Daisy's fever was lessening and she could likely think a lot more clearly which only meant trouble to him.

His arm reached out and snaked around Daisy's waist before he pulled her into his side. Syverson could practically taste her dread at the action, her scent souring to the point he nearly recoiled. Sy bit back a sigh, his thumb brushing back and forth over her delicate skin. His gaze darkened a bit before he spoke, "This doesn't have to be a bad thing. I won't hurt ya, bug." His voice was gruff and his words were nearly laughable. Syverson had already hurt Daisy but he had no intention of being a cruel alpha now - no more than he already had. He hoped that Daisy could tell the difference between what he had just done and what he was willing to promise to her. Syverson would not go back on his word a second time.

Daisy's blood had ran cold when Syverson reminded her to be quiet, his voice coming out so harsh and emotionless. "N-No! She cried, kicking her legs underneath of him in a feeble attempt to get him off of her. His lips trailed down her neck, and the closer he got to her fading mark, the harder it was to keep back the tears. "Don't!" Daisy demanded, her begging turning into a heart wrenching cry when his teeth sank into her neck.

Her body froze, she stopped kicking and trying to push him away. It didn't matter anymore. Tears still leaked down her face, and she wanted to scream and cry, but she didn't. She just laid underneath of him until he could finally move away from her. The symptoms of her heat were gone for the moment, but what was the good in that when now all she could focus on was how this strange alpha forced himself on her and claimed her. All in the name of helping her.

Daisy whined when his hand snaked around her waist and Syverson pulled her against his body. Her whole body trembled, and she was almost afraid to look over at him. But she forced herself too. She pushed herself away from him and sat up in the bed, in the little messy nest that had at first been a heartwarming gesture. Her hand shot to her bond mark and she felt like she might be sick. "Y-you lied, you said after th-this we could forget and pretend..." Daisy crawled up off of the bed, wanting to be far away from him. She could feel him leaking down her thighs. "W-Why? You said I-I didn't have to w-worry, that you wouldn't!" She felt pathetic, crying in front of him while he leaked out of her. She grabbed her old towel off of the floor from before, when she had showered and ran out of the room, back to the bathroom.

Slamming the door behind her, she locked it in place, before pushing away from it back to the shower. She sobbed, trying to keep on her feet as she turned the hot water on. She wanted to scrub him away, or at least as much of him as she could.

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Syverson bit back a groan as Daisy all but threw herself away from him. His face crumbled at the sound of the bathroom door slamming shut. His shoulders sagged as he sat up, running his hands down his face. It had been wrong to claim Daisy and he had known that even before he sank his teeth into her neck, claiming her. He swallowed at the distinct sour scent that filled his nose - Daisy was distressed and every inch of his body ached with the need to help her. How, he had no fucking clue. He was the cause of her distress right now and he knew damn well if he tried to help her, she would only be angry with him. He couldn't say that he blamed her at all. Syverson wished that he could tell her why he was this way but he didn't think she would care. Especially not after what he'd just done to her.

Pushing off of his feet, Syverson headed over to his bag that he had left in the corner of the room. He knelt down and started digging around in his bag, his fingers wrapping around the thin chain of the necklace before he tugged it free. Syverson's heart clenched at the sight and he felt a sob threaten to take over before he managed to reign it in. No. He was a strong alpha, that's what he needed to be for Daisy, even if she hated him right now.

Syverson tugged his boxers back on, deciding it would be better not to try and get into the bathroom while he was still completely naked. He made his way over to the bathroom, letting out a low sigh before he lifted his hand up to knock gently on the door. the necklace hung loosely in his other fist before he leaned against the door.

"Omega, let me in. Please. I.. have something for you," Syverson forced his voice to remain strong despite the personal dread that he felt. He hadn't even tested the doorknob because he had heard the lock click shut. As awful as he was sure they both felt, Syverson wasn't willing to push Daisy any more than he already had at this point.

Daisy looked up from her skin, red from the scalding water and the rag she used to scrub herself clean. No matter how roughly she tried to scrub her skin, there was no getting rid of the way she felt, no getting rid of his scent that still lingered over her. Her hand slowly ran up her shoulder until her fingers gently traced the outline of Syverson's bite. It stung, and made her flinch, but barely, she could still feel her alphas underneath. Barely there, but she could still make out some of the markings.

She jumped, her head jerking to turn to look towards the door as Sy knocked. Had she expected him to not follow her? She was shocked by his demands to let him in, but it did chill her to the bone to hear him say please. Her hand fell away from her shoulder and she stood there ragged for a moment, wondering if she should just ignore him. The tremble in his voice wasnt obvious, but it was there, she could hear it.

Climbing back out of the shower, she reached for her robe and tied it around herself. Her wet hair fell over shoulders, seeping into the thick fabric of her robe, but she didn't care enough to dry it out first. She felt the need to open the door. Daisy quietly pulled the lock out of place and quietly pulled the door open. "Ya don't have to give me anything..." Daisy whispered, not entirely sure what this was. Just because he had claimed her, everything was magically supposed to be different? She was supposed to just forget about her alpha, it had only been weeks... She was supposed to, what, fall head over heels for this new man just because he decided to claim her? Daisy was trying so hard to fight her urges, her instincts, but with his bite on her now and his scent swimming around her head, she found it so hard to ignore.

It also didn't help that Syverson looked upset about something, whether it was remorse or just him feeling bad, she wasn't sure. "W-what is it?"

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Syverson couldn't even bring himself to look up at Daisy when she first opened the door. A pit had opened in his stomach, a reminder of everything that he had lost. He wished that he could just blurt it out to Daisy so she might be able to understand why he acted a certain way sometimes. But did losing Allison really excuse what he'd done? No, Syverson didn't think so and that was probably the worst part about it. His own pain didn't excuse his actions, it never would. "Don't need to. But I should.." he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders as he lifted his hand to show off the necklace that was wrapped around his fingers.

"It's a necklace. With oils.. that make up my scent. It's not quite what my scent is but it... helps. Or so I've been told," Syverson forced himself to speak. His words were about all he could bring himself to tell Daisy about Allison. He didn't want her feeling bad for him and acting solely because of that. It wasn't fair to her, to put his baggage on her shoulders. "Think there's sandalwood and bergamot oils in there but it's been a long time since I got it made so I might be remembering wrong."

He hesitated, wanting so badly to reach out and secure the necklace around her neck. A silent promise that Syverson belonged to Daisy but he didn't know if she would appreciate the effort. Or if she'd be angered that he was trying to regift something that had meant something to his former omega. The omega that he had failed.

Syverson reached out to drop the necklace onto the bathroom doorknob, instead of doing what his instincts told him to. Grinding his teeth together, he could only shrug his shoulders. "Ya don't need to do nothin' with it, if you don't want," he muttered before he took a step back. Suddenly, Syverson felt out of place and like he needed to give Daisy space if she wanted it.

Daisy's eyes fell to the necklace while it still hung from his hand, and for a moment, she didn't understand. The moment he said he had it made, and so long ago, it was obvious. The necklace had belonged to someone else, an omega? Still, it didn't matter, loss was still loss. It hit her like a ton of bricks, and a pit opened in her stomach, making her feel more nauseous than she already was. Was this supposed to fix things? Make her anger suddenly disappear? Make them like each other?

Her lips parted and she sighed as she watched him drop it on to the door knob. She didn't know how to react, instead, she remained frozen there, just staring at the little trinket as it dangled off the door. Finally reaching out for it, she wrapped the chain around her fingers and slowly looked back up at Syverson. "I..." Still speechless. How was she supposed to respond, still so angry at him and hurt, and now, she could tell he was hurt too, but it still didn't excuse anything... Her eyes fell back to the necklace in her hand and she stepped out of the bathroom and shut the door quietly behind her. "Thanks."

For something he had made so long ago, the oils inside were still highly potent. And whoever made it had matched his scent almost perfectly... It was a well thought out gift, one Daisy was sure his previous omega loved. Her eyes flickered back up to his and she slowly stepped around him, "I-Im going to get dressed, 'kay?" Daisy was trying to calm down and reel her feelings in. She was sure he wasn't getting the reaction he wanted, but she couldn't just fall head over heels for him. Though, she was definitely feeling something...

After Daisy dressed, in a thin loose tank and just a pair of underwear, she secured the necklace in place around her neck, her fingers lingering on the little charm before she dropped them away. Regardless of how upset she was, he had claimed her, there was no getting around that. And already, the necklace was helping to calm her down. She moved to her little nest by the large window in her room and began fixing her blankets and her pillows. She still had a few pieces of her old alphas clothes tucked away in the nest, along with some old photos and stuffed animal or two. His scent was long gone from most of all of it now, though. All of the bits and pieces still brought her comfort though. She crawled inside once she was done and hoped she could take a little rest, to try and sleep off some of her heat and try to come to terms with her new alpha.

Daisy woke up in a brisk sweat, her fever back, though definitely not as bad as before. The sun was beginning to lower behind the mountains, and she could hear Syverson outside, in his garden. She felt bad for just leaving him after he gifted her something so personal, but it had caught her off guard and just shocked her. On top of being so angry, she wanted to be able to really think about it before she decided to wear it. But after her little nap, it didn't feel right to take it off.

Leaving her room, she ran a hand through her damp hair, a thin layer of sweat covered her whole body again. She tiptoed to the front door, where she leaned against the frame after tossing it open. "Alpha?" She called out to him, the word tumbling easily off of her tongue as the fog was setting back into her mind. "C-come inside? You said we could get to know each other, remember?" Daisy couldn't tell if it was her fever, or if she was blushing, but either way, watching him caused her heart to flutter.

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