Dr. Michael arrived. He wasn't in his typical white physician's coat. Instead, he had on a gray suit and was carrying a box of medical supplies.

"Thanks for coming," I said, greeting him with a hug at the main foyer.

"Of course, Rich. I was at dinner, but I came as quickly as I could. Is Tyler upstairs?" he said.

I shook my head. "Tyler's still missing. But I was at the city limits earlier, and I found an injured Omega. I was hoping you could help him."

"Where is he?" Dr. Michael asked.

"He's upstairs, in Ty's bedroom," I said. "Come on, I'll bring you to him. I think he's still in a lot of pain."

I led the doctor upstairs into the room. Ollie was lying down on the bed with a towel wrapped around his waist.

The doctor paused when he saw the Omega.

"Woah," the doctor said.

Both Ollie and I looked at him.

"What?" I said.

The doctor set his medical kit by the foot of the bed and went up to Ollie.

"You didn't tell me you found a Golden Omega," Dr. Michael said.

I nodded. "I was as shocked as you are when I found him. No Golden Omega should be out there in the city limits alone."

There were only a handful of pure Golden wolves left in the world. Goldens were a special breed of wolves that were superior to the common Gray or Black wolf. They were smarter and stronger too. Because of this, a lot of Goldens were getting kidnapped and trafficked. Often, they were forced to be bred to strengthen the pack. A Golden Omega also had more intense heats, and because of that, it was harder for them to handle them, especially their first one.

The doctor pulled out a blood pressure monitor and strapped it onto Ollie's arms.

"How old are you?" Dr. Michael asked the Omega.

"Eighteen," Ollie said.

"Have you had your first heat yet?" the doctor asked.

Ollie shook his head.

"You're asking to be killed by being in the city limits by yourself. A Golden Omega who's about to have his first heat should not be in such a dangerous place. You're vulnerable to wolves who can smell your scent from a mile away."

Dr. Michael was a Golden Alpha as well. He was a friend of mine, who I've known for years, and I trusted him with everything.

"Please don't take me back to my father," Ollie begged.

"I won't," the doctor said. "But you're lucky someone like Richard found you. Your evening could've ended differently."

I could see Ollie's eyes widen. He hadn’t believed me when I’d told him the same thing earlier, but hearing it from a doctor must've made it more real.

"Now let's take a look at your ankle," the doctor said.

Ollie lifted up the towel to show the doctor his leg.

The doctor kneeled on the side of the bed to look closely at it, touching it at different spots and asking Ollie if it hurt.

"Is it broken?" I asked Dr. Michael.

"It's not, luckily," the doctor said, getting off his knees. "It looks like it's just a deep cut. Nothing that a few stitches can't fix."

"Stitches?" Ollie repeated. "Is it going to hurt?"

The doctor nodded. "Yes, stitches. And if you're brave enough to run away alone, then you're brave enough to get a few stitches.

Dr. Michael reached into his medical kit and pulled out some instruments that he laid out on the bedside table.

Ollie looked terrified. I sat down next to him and reached to hold his hand.

"Do I really need to get stitches?" he asked me.

I nodded. "It's the doctor's orders. It'll be over in no time."

I unbuttoned my shirt and opened it to show Ollie my chest.

"See that?" I said, showing Ollie my scar. "I was bitten by a wolf once and needed Dr. Michael to stitch me up too. He gave me twenty stitches, and the small cut on your ankle will barely need more than a few."

"Four stitches to be exact," the doctor said, putting on his glasses and pulling out a bottle of rubbing alcohol. "This is going to sting a bit."

The doctor rubbed alcohol on Ollie's ankle, and I felt the Omega squeeze my hand harder.

"Relax, it hasn't even started yet," I said.

The Omega closed his eyes as he continued to hold my hand. I watched the doctor work his magic, and in no time, it was all done.

"You can open your eyes now," the doctor said.

Ollie looked down at his ankle and reached to touch it.

"Don't touch it until it's fully healed," Dr. Michael said.

"When can I walk then?" Ollie asked.

"You can walk, but I want you to wait at least a week before you move around. And you certainly aren't going to go back to where Richard found you."

The Omega looked disappointed but complied with the doctor’s orders.

"There's one more thing," the doctor said. "Richard, can I talk to you outside for a second?"

I was confused why he couldn't say it in the room with Ollie, but I got up went out into the hallway with Dr. Michael anyway.

"I think he's close to his first heat," Dr. Michael said quietly.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Can't you smell the slick he's producing?" the doctor asked. "I could barely stitch his leg without getting distracted by it."

Dr. Michael was a doctor, but he was also a hormone-driven Alpha wolf.

"Is there any way to find out for sure?" I asked.

"There's only one way. It's to test the temperature of his prostate," the doctor said.

"How do you do that?" I said.

"You can usually tell by putting a finger in there. If he's entering his first heat, his prostate will be hot to the touch."

"How hot?" I asked.

"Judging by the fact that he's a Golden wolf, it will probably be like touching a hot burner," the doctor said.

"Can you do the test?" I asked.

"There's a reason why I only treat other Alphas," Dr. Michael said. "I'm not trained to be around Omegas, certainly not around Golden ones like Ollie. You know how I get around Omegas in heat. I'm only wolf after all."

I nodded. "I understand. But if he's entering his first heat, I have to know. There's no way I'll be able to handle an Omega in heat by myself."

"If you really want to, we can do the test," the doctor said. "But I probably can't stay long after that. I won't be able to trust myself around him knowing he's about to go into heat."

"So, can we do the test quickly?" I asked.

Dr. Michael nodded reluctantly. We went back to the room, where Ollie was lying down, with his ankle resting on top of a pillow.

The doctor went up to Ollie and touched his forehead.

"How are you feeling?" he asked the Omega.

"Good. My ankle feels much better," Ollie said. "But I think I have a headache from hitting my head earlier.

"Does your body feel hot at all? Do you feel any burning sensation?" The doctor asked.

"Maybe a little. But I think it's just from the bath that I took just now," Ollie said.

"It might be more than that," the doctor said. "It might be because you're getting close to your first heat, and if that's the case, Richard needs to know so that he can help you."

"How can you find out for sure?" Ollie asked.

After coming back into the room, the smell of Ollie's slick was more noticeable now, and it made my cock tingle and harden in my pants.

"We're going to have to insert a finger inside you to test the temperature of your prostate," the doctor said.

Ollie pulled the comforter over his body. "You have to what?"

"You heard the doctor," I said. "He needs to probe inside you to get your temperature."

Ollie's cheeks reddened.

"I'm not letting you do that to me," he said. "I don't know either of you."

"Well, if that's the case, then I'm going to have to return you to your dad," the doctor said. "It's far too dangerous to have a Golden Omega in heat anywhere besides in the safety of his own home."

The Omega looked at me as if there was something I could do to stop it. But the doctor was right. Ollie was too young to understand the dangers of his first heat.

"I need you to take off your towel," the doctor said.

Ollie shook his head.

I sat down on the edge of the bed beside him.

"Listen to the doctor," I said. "He's here to help you, not hurt you."

Ollie looked at me with his beautiful golden eyes. "Promise?"

I stuck out my pinky to promise him. "I've known Dr. Michael for a long time. He's a good Alpha. I'll step out of the room so you can get some privacy."

I was about to stand up and leave the room, but Ollie grabbed my arm suddenly.

"No," Ollie said, blood rushing to his cheeks as he retreated his hand from my arm. He looked embarrassed about grabbing me. "You can stay. I'd rather have you here."

I listened to him and sat back down.

The Omega reluctantly peeled open his towel and exposed his legs and his cock. The smell of his slick was much more prominent without a towel around him.

"I'm going to need you to press your legs against your chest and hold them there," the doctor said.

Ollie listened and did as the doctor said. The Omega exposed his hole to the doctor and me. He was in such a vulnerable position. I watched as the doctor wiped the sweat off his forehead. Dr. Michael was trying to hide his hard-on, but he wasn't doing a good job at it. And I was trying to do the same.

"Is this going to hurt?" Ollie asked.

"You're going to feel a bit of pressure, but it won't hurt any more than the stitches that you just got," Dr. Michael said. "Some Omegas even find pleasure in it."

I watched the doctor put on a blue glove, then use a lubricant that he rubbed on his middle finger. I felt a bit jealous that my best friend was going to put a finger inside the beautiful Omega's ass. But Dr. Michael was only doing his job, and I was the one who called him after all.

"Wait," Ollie said. "Can Richard do it?"

I was stunned. The doctor looked at me, and I was expecting the doctor to say no.

"Would you feel more comfortable if Richard administers the test?" Dr. Michael asked Ollie.

Ollie nodded. "Yes, I trust Richard more."

"It might be better if you do it, then," the doctor said.

The doctor handed me another blue glove. I slipped it on my hand.

It was hard to put the tight glove on my hand, but I got it on eventually. The doctor squeezed some lubricant on my middle finger. An Omega produced a natural lubricant called slick which was clear and thick in color like the consistency of precome. Ollie's hole was leaking a lot of slick, and he didn't look like he needed any lubrication.

I kneeled over Ollie on the bed. I put a hand firmly on one of his thighs, which he was holding against his chest. It wasn't the first time I'd ever fingered a virgin Omega. But I'd never fingered a Golden Omega before.

"You ready?" I said.

He nodded and looked up at me almost too eagerly.

I looked over at the doctor, who was watching over my shoulder. "Just put your middle finger inside until you feel his prostate and tell me if it's hot to the touch."

I put my finger close to his opening and looked Ollie in his eyes to let him know that I wasn't going to hurt him. I pushed inside of him slowly, feeling the ring of muscles squeeze against my finger. God, it was the tightest hole ever. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to stop my hand from trembling.

Ollie tilted his head back and bit his lower lip.

"Not too fast," the doctor said. "You might hurt him."

My cock ached in my pants. I opened my eyes again to watch my finger disappear inside Ollie's beautiful smooth ass with a bit of blond peach fuzz around his hole. I wanted to lick it so badly, but I refrained from doing so.

I could see Ollie's cock harden as I fingered him deeper, and when the Omega looked down to see his pulsing erection, his cheeks got even redder.

"Don't worry," the doctor said. "It's your body's natural reaction to feel turned on by this."

I went as deep as my middle finger could go inside the Omega's hole and felt around for his prostate. Slick leaked out of his hole onto the blue glove. The doctor was right. Ollie's prostate was burning my finger. I was surprised by how hot it was.

"Do you feel the prostate yet?" the doctor asked.

"Not yet," I lied, not wanting to take my finger out just yet.