The neighborhood was nice, lovely even. Definitely not a place where Eddie and his friends should practice their music, but the neighbors haven’t complained yet. The neighbor on his left, for instance, was an older omega, probably mid thirties, early forties, who actually encouraged his friends if they ever saw them playing.

Eddie’s never personally introduced himself, only seen the older omega in passing, but god, did that omega have a nice scent. It drove the young alpha up the wall and put him on edge for hours after. Gareth finds it gross (Eddie thinks he’s jealous), and Jeff always teases him about it.

On one particularly hot afternoon, Eddie was in his own backyard when he catches that scent again. And for some reason, it makes him go crazy this time. He climbed over his fence and nearly knocked his neighbors fence door in his haste to get into the omega’s yard.

He finds them, on their knees in the garden with their hands and clothes splotched with dirt. The omega looked up at him, those beautiful, wide eyes filled with brief fear and panic, before settling on confusion. Eddie only now realizes that he’s panting and sweating like a maniac.