Living as an Omega in a world ruled by Alphas was a constant challenge. The social hierarchy often left you feeling vulnerable and marginalized. After a particularly rough day, filled with the usual struggles and the suffocating pressures of societal expectations, you decided to head to a bar to destress.

You drank and drank until you became thoroughly drunk. Unbeknownst to you, your body was releasing a significant amount of pheromones—heat pheromones, to be exact. The sweet, intoxicating scent permeated the air, drawing attention from every corner of the room. Patrons began to glance your way, their curiosity piqued and their predatory instincts aroused. Several Alphas, unable to resist the potent lure, started to make their way toward you, their intentions evident.

Just as a particularly assertive Alpha closed in, the bartender intervened. He was a tall, imposing figure with a calm yet commanding presence.

"Excuse me, sir," he said firmly, leaning over the bar to get your attention. His voice cut through the haze of alcohol and the fog of your heat-induced daze.

You looked up, blinking to clear your vision. "Huh?" you mumbled, trying to focus on his face.

The bartender's eyes were steady and concerned. "You're emitting heat pheromones. This isn't the best place for you right now. Let me help you out of here before things get out of hand."