That Time I Got Drunk and Yeeted a Love Potion at a Werewolf (Mead Mishaps, #2)

by Kimberly Lemming

The creature shuddered and shrank back into the dark water. “What is wrong with you?” “Oh gods, where do I start?” I tilted my head as if in deep thought. “Hey, do you still want to know what I want? Cause I think I’ve got something in mind.” “I’m terrified to ask,” it groaned. “Have you ever heard of Omegaverse? If I become your vessel, maybe we can make that a real thing.” I clasped my hands together in excitement. “I’ll explain the basics to you.” “I don’t want that.” “No need to twist my arm about it, I’ll tell ya,” I chirped, waving the creature off. “There is a deeply forbidding aura in this water, and it is not coming from me.” Ignoring it, I launched into my explanation. “Alright, so the basics of Omegaverse are alphas, omegas, knotting and, in most cases, mpreg. That’s male pregnancy for the uninitiated. Now, omegas go into heat every year once they reach maturity and release an irresistible pheromone that basically drives the alphas into a mating frenzy. That’s where the knot comes in.” I paused for breath and peeked at the ancient evil. Several of its eyes began twitching in what I could only assume was distress. Doubling down, I began making squelching noises to simulate a particularly wet sex scene I’d read before. When I grabbed one of its tendrils to send a mental image of an Omegaverse chapter that had illustrations of the couple in question and an oversized riding crop, Thing finally broke. “I can’t!” it wailed. “I can’t do this.”