Soren walks through the halls of the underground market, cages full of omegas. Some look better than others, though not by much. Their scents waft through the air filling the nose of the alpha. The seller leads him through the gloomy halls, showing off all the omegas they have.

None look appealing and yet Soren needs to find an omega to help with his upcoming rut. Already in prerut. Suddenly a smell catches his nose, a male omega curled up in a rough looking nest. "What about this one?"