Flint was reeling from Nalah basically kicking him off the team indefinitely and now Beck was asking him about his fucking Heat cycle. "Can you fucking not, Beck?" He gave a low growl, it rumbled his chest and the red haired elf moved closer, a file in her hands.

"Just answer the question, Flint." She was scanning the document closely and he made a slight face. His fucking head hurt, had a headache to end all headaches and he was just done. He wanted to be able to go back on missions, it was the only thing that mattered. "How long has it been since you went to a Heat?"

At the repeated question, Flint was frustrated and fed up, "I don't have fucking time for this, Beck!"

"Answer the fucking question and I might be able to help you get off leave, ass wipe!" She shot back and Flint stopped, giving her a look, silently wondering if she was being honest, one could rarely tell with Beck.

"Four years." He muttered it out and Beck gave a small hum.

"That's fucking stupid." She shot him a look, "But it explains why your hormones are all out of wack. You have exceedingly high levels of testosterone, LH, FSH, cortisol, you also have an alarming amount of thyroxine and triiodothyronine in your system that makes your metabolism all fucky. Your parasympathetic system has checked out and you are running completely on your sympathetic system, which is bad. Also your oxusmaritutocin hormone is through the roof." She raised her eyebrows as she said that and Flint was confused as to why she was bringing the mating hormone into it. She flipped the pages back and then looked at him.

"And that helps me how? So I haven't gone to the yearly fuck fest but that's not a problem. It's just sex." Flint could get sex from anywhere, he didn't want to hang around a Heat for it.

"Fucking werewolf sex education system fucking sucks." Beck muttered the words, rolling her eyes as she grabbed a stool and rolled it over. "Let me dumb this down for you, puppy dog." She sat down. "Your yearly Heat is imperative for your body's ability to regulate your hormones." She spoke condescendingly and Flint gave her a flat look.

"I know that, don't be a condescending windbag." He did know that but it was just some bullshit hormones, he could handle it.

She rolled her eyes again. "Okay, dumber it is." She leaned forward and looked at him. "You no have fucky fuck at heaty heat, your mind goes loopy loop." She spoke like she was talking to a child and Flint gave her an even darker look. "Listen, werewolves require the Heat to rid the body of the excess hormones created specifically for the yearly heat. It resets you from sympathetic to parasympathetic and floods your body with all the feel good chemicals and hormones to cancel out the build up of oxusmaritutocin, which drives the other hormones up as well. It's a literal bodily reset and you haven't done it for four years, Flint." The look she gave him was sharp.

"So?" He shrugged as he rubbed at his face.

"God you are dense." Beck pinched her nose. "The reason you're being suicidal is your fucking hormones are making you literally crazy and your body is trying to regulate itself with adrenaline but it's not enough to burn the fucking oxusmaritutocin out of your system! You are seeking out dangerous situations and behaviours to try and regulate yourself because you have inhibited your body's ability to release those hormones for four years. One year, okay, two years max. Four years is insane!" Beck flipped open his file. "Your hormone levels are fucking insane. You need to have a reset and you need to get your oxusmaritutocin down and get your body switched back to the parasympathetic system so you can recover."

"So you're saying I need to have sex?" He spoke slowly, watching her to see if he was correct and she gave him a flat look.

"The issue is your oxusmaritutocin levels, your mating hormone levels. There is no simple sex here, Flint. You have pushed your body to the limit, your levels are too high." She closed his file and stood up from the stool.

"But sex helps with that." He didn't quite understand it, sex was the best way to lower the mating hormone. If his mating hormones were too high, he could just have sex and it would fix it.

She shot him an unreadable look as she stared at him. "Not in your case." She looked almost amused for a half a second and Flint narrowed his eyes.

"What the fuck does that supposed to mean, Beck?" He couldn't help but snap at her. She said she could help him get off leave but now she was just being vague.

"It means that you can't just have sex with a werewolf and fix the problem. The next werewolf you are going to have sex with, you will mate with. You won't have a choice. Your oxusmaritutocin levels are so high, it will literally shut off the higher functions of your brain and you will wake up mated." She smirked slightly as she said it, looking more openly amused. "Congratulations, Flint. You literally put yourself between a rock and a hard place with only one escape."

"So you are saying the next female I fuck, I will mate with?" Disbelief coloured his tone and Beck nodded, that smirk growing on her face. His stomach fell out the bottom and he felt almost sick. He couldn't bring a female into his fucking life. He was a clanless werewolf that had a dangerous job, what type of female would ever accept that type of life? None. Not good ones anyway. "This isn't fucking funny." He gritted his teeth and Beck snorted.

"You're right, this is fucking hilarious. You quite literally fucked yourself. You can't blame anyone but yourself for this situation and I love it when people fuck around and find out." She full on grinned at him, looking so amused at his expense, and Flint didn't find anything humorous about it. There was nothing funny about the fact he was going to be forcefully married by werewolf standards, without a single choice in the matter. "Also, you are good to go. Had a hairline skull fracture and some fluid in your lungs. But then again you jumped off a waterfall. In my advice, watch that you don't develop a cough, take ibuprofen sparingly when you get a headache, and avoid Kenni at all costs because she is going to beat your ass."

Beck's voice was so chipper Flint felt his head throb, he couldn't fucking believe it, he really couldn't. "So in order to be put back onto the team, I have to literally mate some random werewolf?" It was so fucking bullshit.

"Not random. You know now so you can just choose someone. Easy peasy. You do get some choice but just be warned that the next female werewolf you fuck, you will end up mated to." Beck moved over and set his file down as Flint sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the hospital bed. "Also, fair warning, if you are in the same presence of a werefemale, you might experience some... rather intense urges. Nalah doesn't count because she's an aristocrat and you're a commoner. But just watch yourself around other females."

"Just fucking great." Flint muttered the words he stood up.

"Oh yah, dick for brains is amazing I've heard." Beck snorted in amusement and Flint reached over and shoved her in retaliation and all it did was cause her to burst into actual laughter. He refused to smile at that, this wasn't anything good. His entire life was now fucked, literally. He had no clue how he could fix this. "Seriously, just go out, pick a pretty werewolf female and you can come back to work in like a few weeks max, once all your hormones get settled." Beck grinned at him and he flipped her off as he left the infirmary room.

He had to gather his shit and retreat back to his house on the outskirts of the city limits. He wanted to lick his wounds in private and then regroup. Or he would have if he hadn't slammed into someone on the way out. There was a yelp and he snapped out his hands and caught the female before she fell down from bouncing off of him.

"Jesus Christ!" She yelped it out as she tossed her hair back and looked up at him with wide eyes. "Oh goddess." It came out almost breathed and Flint felt a heavy punch of desire slam into his gut, the urge to shove her up against the closest wall and bury his scent into her skin so deep no one could ever wash it out was thick so he quickly let her go.

"Apologies." He gave a quick nod and turned to hurry away from her. Beck hadn't been fucking kidding when she said he would experience intense urges.

"Wait!" The female shouted it and it caused him to make a split second decision. He was tempted to continue hurrying away but that hormonal haze was falling over him so he froze in place. "You're the werewolf who saved my life, right? The one who jumped off the waterfall with me." At the words he slowly turned around and studied her. She was shorter than him, solid but curved where a female ought to. She was strong too, it was clear in her muscling and how she held herself. Her brown hair was in soft waves and she had pretty eyes. That punch of desire grabbed his stomach and twisted. Hard.

"Yah." He grunted and she glanced at the door he had come from and then at him.

"I'm Margita Anders, you can call me Gita." She hesitated a moment before she stuck her hand out towards him. "Thanks for saving me." He knew it was a horrible idea to get his hands on her again so he just stared. She looked a little awkward and then cleared her throat as she pulled her hand back. "So I've got big ears and I heard about your... problem." She flicked her gaze down him and then up and he felt his muscles bunch as desire raced through his veins.

This is bad, he thought, this is fucking bad. He hadn't understood what Beck had been saying but the amount of self control he had to utilize to not grab the female and press her against the closest surface was excessive.

"I've got a problem too... maybe we could perhaps help each other out?" There was a heavy suggestion to her voice that had him tensing even worse as instincts rode his back, hormones surged and it took every single iota of his self-control to remain standing where he was. It was made worse by the intense look in her eyes. She seemed to have the same sort of tension to her own body and that didn't bode well.

Flint watched her with sharp eyes. She was intense, he knew that, she wouldn't be a WC agent without being intense. She also would understand his job better than another female would. She had been taken on a job for fucks sake, she knew the dangers of this kind of work, she would know what she was getting into.

The possibility of a bond danced between them, daring him to step into that orbit and never let her go. In fact it demanded it. "I don't know what you are playing at, sweetheart, but this isn't a love story." The words came out gruff and he watched as Gita's mouth tugged upwards into a rather smirking smile.

"You're right." One of her eyebrows quirked upwards. "I was thinking more along the lines of erotic novel." Her eyes flicked down him and then back up and Flint groaned, a deep sound in his throat, feeling every bit of his body grow tense with want and need.

"You don't know what you're fucking asking, sweetheart." It came out growled and Gita met his gaze head on.

"Believe me. I do." The words fell from her lips and Flint reached out quickly, grabbing the back of her neck and yanking her close. His nose brushed hers as his hand flecked on the back of her neck. He could hear her heart beating rapidly and the scent of her skin, the faint smell of gun oil, vanilla lotion, mint gum mixed with antiseptic, potions, and the musk of a fertile female.

He huffed out a breath. "No you don't." He growled the words but as Beck said, the higher functions of his brain weren't entirely engaged, the mating hormone was raging inside of him and he knew, at that moment, there wasn't really a choice at all.