Ami went from Michiru's bed to Haruka's while Setsuna waited in the hallway of the hospital. The tall senshi of time just came from the police station to be interviewed about the graphic assaults on her small pack. Setsuna was an Alpha though and discrimination often came to lesser Alphas, and misses. Luckily for Michiru, she had an Alpha that protected her from an Alpha whose behavior was drastic and worrisome.

She walked out into the white pristine hallway late that night. She looked up at Setsuna and did her best to give a smile, and she could tell Setuna knew she was in heat, and that Ami should he nesting instead of working.

"That's a nasty bite Haruka gave Michiru." Ami said. "It could have easily got infected." The clip board fell to her side and she sighed. She looked through the window and then to Setsuna once more. "Haruka was drinking with Makoto last night."

Setsuna glared her eyebrows at this fact but remained silent. Ever since Makoto's restaurant closed due to the Covid pandemic, she was hitting the bottle about every night. The restaurant opened only four years ago, all the money Makoto had saved up, only to be closed just two years later. It was something Setsuna could feel sympathetic for.

"I can smell your musk. Why aren't you nesting?"

Ami blushed at the mention of this. She did her best to cover the smell but unless a misses took a suppressant, it was truly futile.

"I'm working and it's flu season so..."

Setsuna nodded her head in understanding. "Plus," Ami added. "It probably wouldn't be wise to add a child into such a tremultrulous environment. Look at Michiru. I never once thought Haruka would do such a thing to her."

"Alcohol is one hell of a drug."

Ami acknowledged Setsuna's statement with a simple nod of the head. She took another sigh, them becoming more common with her, and pinched the bridge of her nose. Once her eyes caught back to Setsuna's, she informed her how both women were doing. They could both go home the next morning. There was no point in Setsuna leaving the hospital, so she stayed.

Ami went to her office and closed the door. After she filed the paperwork and signed off on more paperwork, she took her cell phone out to call Makoto. With her head pressed against the phone piece, she waited for her wife to pick up. However that didn't happen, telling Ami Makoto was more than likely passed out on the couch from drinking away the night with Haruka.

The clock on her work computer read it was going on 10 in the evening. It was time to go home.

xxxx

With her keys flying to the table by the door and being succumb with darkness, Ami fumbled around for a light. She wasn't able to get to it upon her being slammed against the wall. A yelp escaped her and she could feel Makoto canine on her neck, aching to claim her.

With a growl,"Why didn't you tell me you were in heat?" Ami gulped but kept silent. She felt Makoto's hands travel up her skirt to her panties underneath. Ami grabbed Makoto's wrist to get her to stop but the woman was much stronger than the blue haired doctor, plus she was the Alpha. So Makoto slammed Ami once more into the wall and if she kept it up, it would be Ami who'd be in the hospital being tended to.

It was best for Ami or any misses, known as submissives, to not fight the Alpha especially during a heat or a rut. It would be a pointless fight that could turn violent and in some cases, sadly that was not rare, even deadly.

The doctor allowed the foreclosed restaurant owner to take her dress off, her shoes, and she bit down on Ami's neck. Ami closed her eyes, praying the bite wouldn't go any further, not wanting to end up like Michiru.

Soon her legs were being lifted off the floor and bent, her back pressed against the wall. She heard Makoto's zipper and then the dropping of the brown haired woman's blue jeans. Makoto's clit was full of blood, stout and ready to penetrate. Luckily for Ami, Makoto didn't last long upon releasing her slick. She slammed into Ami several times though, bruising the woman's back.

When Makoto was done, she allowed Ami to drop to the floor. And not even bothering to pick up her pants, she stepped out of them and landed on the couch in the living room all the while in the darkness.

Ami had her hands pressed to her groin and neck, not wanting the blood to seep out her neck just in case the bite was deeper than expected, and she didn't want Makoto's slick landing on the floor of the apartment.

Like a wounded pup, Ami hobbled to the restroom to clean herself up, and possibly get some sleep, and as the weeks past, Ami found Makoto not going out at night nearly as much. She knew it wasn't because of lack of desire for the the taste of alcohol but because Setsuna was keeping Haruka inside; therefore, Makoto didn't have a drinking buddy.

xxxx

Makoto found herself sitting on the toilet. She got up to wipe herself, and wash her hands. When she turned to open the door, she tripped over the waste basket, spilling out all the codements. It was just a small mess, nothing to cause a fuss over for the tall brunnette. That was what she did while Ami was at work: clean and cook and figure out what she was going to do with her life.

With each trash she picked up and placed into the bin, she came upon a stick. A stick that she knew exactly what it was for. She used a piece of tissue to pick it up and read the results, not knowing much on such test, she knew enough to know a plus sign meant positive.

She swallowed and immediately felt herself become dizzy. For a woman to be able to test after intercourse, is two to four weeks and it had been a bit longer since Ami was on heat and they mated. Ami never told her though, she didn't mention she was pregnant and just how long was the stick in the trash can? Most importantly, was Ami still pregnant?

Everything was placed on hold. No cooking and cleaning. She waited patiently for her wife to get home and when she saw the blue hair woman enter, she stood up. Ami didn't have time to take her shoes off before Makoto met her at the door, getting close and confronting her.

"You're pregnant?"

Ami looked down at the results then back at Makoto. She turned her head but Makoko grabbed it, so they were once again, eye to eye.

"Do you still have it?"

Ami didn't say anything but Makoto could see the tears starting to form at the corner of the small woman's eyes.

"...Ami...?"

"No." She responded. She responded with a no.

Makoto didn't bare her teeth, she didn't growl and she didn't attack Ami for getting rid of their cub but-but she was numb and severely hurt. They were going to have a baby...if Ami hadn't gotten rid of it. But the anger started to come back for, Ami was a misses and something like an abortion needed the permission of an Alpha.

"Who allowed it?" Makoto asked. "I wasn't with you."

"I asked Taiki to take me..." She looked at her wife. "I wasn't going to bring a baby into this, Mako. Not with your drinking problem, not with your falling to the way side."

Mako was too hurt to even argue, and with the amount of tears that flowed down her cheeks, her vision was impaired and her head was throbbing. She turned from Ami and walked to their shared room. All she needed was to lay down and take a nap. Maybe if she awoke the next morning, she'd forget all about the cub she would no longer be able to raise.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Final chapter, next week on the 10th.