A beast that goes into heat on a whim

After trying on ten dresses, Lola finally found one she liked. A light purple taffeta, matching half-high heels with a moonlight-like texture. Lola put on the dress and, facing the mirror, carefully combed her brown curls neatly.

The mirror reflected Lola's face and body. The marks left by Caesar were not difficult to cover. The makeup artist had taught Lola the simple uses of makeup, and she had learned quickly, already able to apply a clean and proper makeup look for herself. Lola smelled Caesar's pheromone scent, and an Omega in the heat was very sensitive to her Alpha. Even if she couldn't see or hear his footsteps, Lola could still sense his position—on the stairs, and if he kept his usual pace, he would be entering in less than a minute.

Lola's bedroom door was never locked. The comb in her hand was inserted into her brown curls, and the silver comb was inlaid with beautiful tortoiseshell and pearls.

However, Caesar didn't come upstairs. Lola sensed his pheromone scent gradual