Heat Haven (Heat Haven Omegaverse, #1)
Sarah Blue & Ashley Bennett
This book is strictly a work of fiction, Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. This work is a bi-product of our author's imaginations. Any resemblance to actual events or places or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
What is an Omegaverse?
An Omegaverse is an alternate universe where humans have a specific designation in a hierarchy based on their biology- in our series they are not shifters. You are either an Alpha, Beta, or Omega. Your designation determines specific traits of your physiology and personality.
Alphas tend to be aggressive, they’re generally more dominant and hold positions of authority. Many Alphas form packs which increase their wealth and dominance. Alphas have a history of taking advantage of and abusing Omegas. Alphas who are assigned male at birth have a fleshy ring near the base of their penis that swells during intercourse. It allows them to “lock” into place with an Omega. While Omegas are the most physiologically compatible when it comes to taking an Alphas knot, Betas (or even Alphas) can take a knot with practice.
Betas are the closest to every day humans. Their scent and sense of smell are not as strong as an Alpha or Omegas. They tend to be the most level headed out of the designations.
Omegas tend to be the softest and most gentle of the designations. Generally, they do not hold positions of power, are homemakers, or have positions in lower standing. Their scents are extremely arousing to Alphas. Out of all the designations, Omegas are the most likely to be abused or treated poorly. Alphas have the most opportunity to reproduce with Omegas.
Omegas go through heat cycles during which they are the most fertile. At this time they’re sensitive to light, noise, and require the comfort of a nest full of soft fabrics and textures. Their body requires a large amount of sexual stimulation during a heat cycle, and it can last for several days. If the Omega is with an Alpha, their Alpha or Alphas will do everything in their power to make sure they are cared for and comfortable during their heat. Going through a heat cycle as an unbonded Omega can be unsafe for their physical health and sometimes their safety.
Heat Haven Spotify
Go To Town - Doja Cat Cherry Pie - Warrant Neon Lights - Demi Lovato Positions - Ariana Grande Cherry - Lana Del Ray Boston - Augustana
Love In An Elevator - Aerosmith Reflecting Light - Sam Phillips Often - The Weekend
Thats What I Want - Lil Nas X
F.N.T - Semisonic
My Neck, My Back (Lick It) - Khia Peaches - The Presidents of the United States of America Tell It To My Heart - MEDUZA, Hozier Skin - Rihanna
A Sky Full of Stars - Coldplay Addiction - Doja Cat Conversations in the Dark - John Legend, David Guetta All Of The Lights - Kanye West Watermelon Sugar - Harry Styles Work It - Missy Elliot I Wanna See Some Ass - Jack Harlow, jetsonmade
To anyone who has had their battery-operated boyfriend die at the most inopportune moment.
Chapter one
I still can’t believe I’m here, standing outside of the Heat Haven building in downtown Boston. It’s a cold, windy, and all-around dreary fucking day in the middle of January. The weather has done nothing to improve my mood or tip the scales in favor of this being a great idea. It took me months to wrap my mind around paying for a membership to basically fuck Omegas during their heat. The more I learned about the program, though, the more I learned it's truly not that simple. I know two different packs that met at Heat Haven and have since found an Omega to bond with.
I’m thirty-two and while that's not old by any standard, it is pretty late in the game to be an Alpha of my status and still be packless and unbonded. I made partner at my law firm this year, and now that I have achieved that, I’m ready to finally settle down in my personal life. I still don’t know if Heat Haven is the answer to my problems. It’s a start at least. If anything, this experience should teach me how to treat any future Omega I possibly bond with. Or maybe it will help teach me the art of sharing.
Taking a deep breath, I open the front door and walk to reception. The interior is nice, with white walls, white marble floors with black veins, and modern abstract paintings covering every wall. It’s kinda funny how the decor reflects one of purity when we all know that what happens behind the walls here is straight up debauchery. Walking over to the concierge with its large marble desk sits three professionally-dressed women waiting to assist. A cute red-headed Beta with a huge smile on her face directs my attention.
“Welcome to Heat Haven. How can I help you today?” Her voice is a bit too high-pitched for my liking. It's clearly not her natural voice.
I clear my throat, “I’m here for orientation.”
She smiles at me. “Of course, can I please see a form of ID? We will also need to store your phone at the front desk for confidentiality purposes.” I grumble internally about having to hand over my phone but I do it anyway. I dig out my wallet and gather my license, pass it to the receptionist, and shift my weight. Why am I so fucking nervous? It’s not like I haven’t fucked plenty of women. You have never fucked an Omega though, asshole.
Her hand lingers a little longer than it should when returning my license. Her nails are an obscenely long length and covered in jewels. How does she wipe her ass or type? She interrupts my rude thoughts. “Alright, Mr. Miller, you’re going to want to take the elevator to level three. Orientation will be in the first room on the right.” She places her arm out to the left, directing me which way to go.
I nod at her and make my way to the elevator. Pushing the up button, I take a deep breath. The cleanliness of the building puts me at ease. There are no lingering scents, which is pretty impressive. I had it in my head that the building would smell like a smorgasbord of Alpha and Omega scents, with an underlying stench of sex. They must have a top-notch filtration system and a meticulous cleaning crew. The elevator takes forever to open, but when it does, I get on board and head to the room for orientation.
The room for orientation is sterile and formal; a few tables lined with chairs. Everything is some shade of beige and boring. Reminds me of every meeting I’ve sat through, wondering how long until I got to leave for lunch. Hopefully, this doesn’t drone on forever. There are five other Alpha males, and surprisingly, an Alpha female, waiting for instruction.
All the Alphas look to be around my age, give or take, and are all wearing nice, tailored clothes. It’s not surprising; you have to be borderline affluent to afford the membership here.