It was a late night while Sheen was cleaning up some of the toys and craft material that had been left out after hours of omegas playing around in the room. The Social Home had the main playroom near the front entrance, kind of as a show of comfort and warmth.

Most omegas in the safety of the Social Home didn’t come out to play though. Most stayed hidden in their rooms or came out rarely only for the therapy sessions.

The Social Home was a place that any omega was kept safe from the Free Use Law. A law letting any alpha or beta use any omega. It was obviously terrible and only passed due to the lack of omegas in any sort of system of law. Most stayed home to care for pups or tend to the household or property. That changed after the law was passed. Omegas were kept as pleasure, abuse victims, or entertainment. It was disgusting.

That’s why Sheen liked working at the Social Home so much. Yes, it hurt to see the poor omegas that saw the worst of treatment, but it helped to see them get better. Some never got better, and no omegas went back to normal. But they learned to find some happiness.

As Sheen was cleaning he heard the doors open to the Home. It was one of the staff therapists, Beka, with an omega trailing behind her. Beka looked around and caught his eyes and waved him over.

So he walked over, still holding toys and markers in his arms. His tail dragged on the floor behind him as he walked closer to the front hall and desk.

Sheen glanced at Beka and then caught eyes with the omega behind her. Gods… that was an omega all right. Sheen had never seen one so stunning. It was like he had never seen an omega at all till right now. His eyes trailed over the omega before catching on his stomach. Obviously very pregnant. Very very pregnant.

“What’s going on? Who’s this? Is he a new check in?” Said Sheen as he tried to not feel like he was back in high school feeling his tail wag for the first time.