Alec's First Heat - An Introduction
It was hot. So unbearably hot. That was Alec's first thought as he drifted up into consciousness from a horrible night's sleep. He'd tossed and turned all night, feeling like his body was on fire. Sweat soaked his tangled sheets. As his eyes fluttered open he groaned. His whole body ached with a pain that he'd never felt before. He wasn't hurt. Was he ill? All he wanted was to pull his pillow over his eyes, shielding them from the blinding light coming through his bedroom window. But he couldn't do that. He wouldn't do that. He wasn't allowed too. He was Alec Lightwood, a Shadowhunter for the Clave. Born a Nephilim, angel blood ran through his veins. It was his job to hunt and fight demons. It was his job to seek out what went bump in the night, to protect those who were unaware of the dangers around them. The mundanes. With a heavy sigh he untangled himself from his sweat soaked linens and climbed out of bed. A shower is what he needed. A cold shower. Midway to his bathroom he stopped. A thick warm liquid was running down the back of his legs. Reaching around he wiped at the wetness. It only took an instant to realize where it was coming from. He leapt the last few yards into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror he took in his flushed cheeks. Cheeks that were normally pale white. Sweat covered his brow and soaked his body. In that moment he knew. He knew what was happening. It had been three months since his eighteenth birthday. The day he presented as an omega. He's not just the only male omega at the Institute, but the only omega Shadowhunter. And he was in his first heat. The wetness running down his legs was slick. Fear filled his belly at the ramifications as to what this meant. The moment his heat started his omega pheromones had started increasing, increasing his omega scent. Every alpha in the Institute could probably smell him by now. He had to get out. He had to get out of the Institute as fast as he could. Stripping off his sweat soaked t-shirt and slick soaked boxers he dressed as fast as he could. Where he would go, he didn't know. Jeans, faded baggy sweater, combat boots. He was set. He glanced at the clock. It was 5:25 am. Grabbing his stele, he quickly activated his silence, speed, and stealth runes. Stuffing his stele in his pocket he moved quietly to the door. The old door creaked as he opened it. Sticking his head out, the corridor was quiet and empty. This was good. Slipping quietly out of his room he ran down the corridor. He ran through corridors, down flights of stairs, and finally reached the front door of the Institute, not making a sound. The Institute was quiet. No one saw him. He knew his parabati, Clary, would be panicked once she woke, so he had to act fast. Pushing the heavy Institute doors open, he stepped out into a cold, brisk, morning. With the doors of the New York Institute, his home, falling shut behind him he glanced back. He was fleeing from his home. With a heavy sigh he set off at a run, not bothering to look back.
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