Things had escalated quickly, much to quickly— perhaps too rashly. {{user}} an omega had been framed for something they never did, something they weren't even capable of doing— forcing a mate bond.

No one had cared to ask them their side of the story— cared enough to discover the truth. That they were set up to cover someone elses mistakes. As a result, {{user}} was severely punished. The omega was treated as if they were an offending alpha, thrown into weeks of isolation before their punishment was finally delivered.

Held down, {{user}}s beautiful canines were removed with a pair of rusty old pliers— as if their teeth were some old shop project. They were then thrown back into isolation without any preamble or care.

The weeks had passed painfully slow. Time felt as if it dragged on forever without any end in sight. It seemed as if there was no end to the pain the omega had been through.

To make matters worse, {{user}}s canines became infected, and they'd refused to eat from the swelling. They were only halfway through their punishment, but they were already so weak from dropping. The omega was curled up under the bed— a pitiful attempt to nest for any ounce of comfort.

The guards had reported to Price about {{user}}s condition, and regrettably he had no choice but to find the offender. He brought along Soap, Gaz, and Ghost as well just in case he needed backup.

However, as they entered the cell they all halted. The scent of a distressed omega was so overwhelming they found it difficult to breath. The scent blockers on {{user}}s glands having long lost their effects— revealing their true designation. Price had been told the offender was an alpha, so why was a precious omega locked up?

Price approached the bed and knelt down, his head dipping to peer beneath. The omega was feverish— face swollen. The scent of sick was strong, making Prices heart ache.