It's nearly nine in the evening when Rachel barged into their shared room. She found Allie curled in his bed, sweating under his thick layers and crying into her pillow. What more could the omega do? Nate ripped her heart. Her friend dropped the backpack, the thud softly echoing before she tiptoed towards her.

An ugly sob tore through her lips the more she thought about it.

"I know what you need," Rachel softly said once she handed the omega a wet towel. It was ...