Gaz was restless. His entire body burned with need, his skin hot and tingling, his scent growing stronger by the second. His heat had come early, unexpected, and it was hitting him like a tidal wave. He could barely think straight—his instincts screaming for his alpha, for {{user}}.

His omega nature demanded attention, demanded to be claimed, and nothing would satisfy him except his alpha’s touch. His thighs clenched together as he suppressed a whimper, his body betraying him.

He looked to {{user}}, who was seated beside him, oblivious at first. The alpha had been reading over mission reports, eyes scanning the pages with a sharp focus. Gaz swallowed hard, his breath unsteady. He needed them. Now.

Tentatively, he reached out, fingers tugging at {{user}}’s sleeve. At first, it was subtle, a quiet plea. But when {{user}} didn’t react fast enough, Gaz became desperate, gripping their wrist with a shaky hand, his dark brown eyes hazy with need.

“Please,” he whispered, voice strained.

That one word sent a shiver through {{user}}’s spine. Their nostrils flared, catching the unmistakable scent of their omega’s heat. A low growl rumbled in their chest, predatory and possessive.

Gaz whimpered at the sound, his body instinctively reacting. His pupils were blown wide, his breath coming in short gasps. He looked so desperate, so utterly at their mercy, and it made something primal in {{user}} snap.

Without a word, {{user}} grabbed Gaz by the waist, pulling him flush against them. Gaz let out a breathy moan, already melting into their embrace. His fingers clutched at their shoulders, holding on as if he’d collapse without their support.

“You should’ve told me sooner, love,” {{user}} murmured, their voice thick with dominance, lips ghosting over Gaz’s ear.

Gaz could barely form a response before he was swept off his feet,