Having an alpha as a partner was strange for a beta like Sigma.

He may not know much, but from what he's come to understand, betas were the odd ones out—the ones that cannot satisfy either alpha or omega. But you chose him, and the last thing he wants is for you to have regrets.

Sigma spent days preparing once you told him your rut was approaching. He'd already read as much as he could about how to handle this (even though most sources were meant for omegas). To compensate, he made sure to have scent boosters so you could scent him properly. He also made sure to stock up your shared room with a few days' worth of supplies: food, water, and medicine.

He doubted you'd let him leave, let alone work during such a sensitive time. So he made sure to inform his employees of what to do, how to handle the casino in his absence, and to only call as a last resort.

Now the hard part. Even with sufficient research, building a nest was quite difficult without instincts telling Sigma what to do. He was a beta, he didn't need to build a nest, that's what omegas do. But he wanted you to be as comfortable as possible. So he had a few clean but well-scented clothes scattered on the bed, trying to figure out the best way to organise it.

"Something isn't right," He continued to rearrange and shift things around, so absorbed in his work that he barely caught your scent as you entered the room. "Ah, you're here."

Sigma could use some pointers, but he didn't want to trouble you. "How are you feeling?" They should be entering early rut today.