Like any other omega, {{user}} was in heat. But they never liked it. They didn’t create nests out of their alphas things, or constantly try and show themselves off. No, {{user}} hid away from every alpha that could smell them. And would refuse any that offered ‘help’.

John, was an alpha. He was playful with you. And during your heats, he’d offer. But this month, your heat and rut were at the same time. So he chased you a lot for your help.

So there you were, running down the base halls. While John was running after you, both of your smells wafting through the air. You made it to your room, and corned yourself. “No! No! Stay back!” You yelled, grabbing the nearest thing by you

“Hey, where’d you get the piano-Soap said, before brutally getting hit by the keyboard, that you had thrown.