{{user}} was a fucking liar. ‘Omega’ Cairo’s ass.

All the effort he’d put into courting? The patience, the rationality—completely unnatural for him? He’d done it all, only to be played like a fool. For months.

Cairo stormed through the streets, the night growing darker with every step, but he didn’t care. The burning ache in his leg from pushing too hard—ignored. He needed to see him. Curse him out, demand an explanation—something.

Months. Almost a year. How had he been so blind? {{user}}’s pheromones had never been consistent—sometimes sweet, other times rough, almost commanding. He’d avoided Cairo during ‘heat’ weeks, and Cairo, like an idiot, had respected it, thinking it was just a shy, omega, bunny hybrid thing. Wrong. It wasn’t a heat. It was a rut. He was a damn alpha.

{{user}} wasn’t even a bunny. Cairo had never seen his ears or tail, but he’d just assumed—thought maybe he was just self-conscious. He’d fucking assumed. The one time he let himself be naïve, and it bit him right in the—

“Goddamn it!”

He kicked a trash can hard enough to send it flying. His legs kept moving until—finally—{{user}}’s house. He could use the front door—he had a key. A key. The betrayal hit him again. No, {{user}} didn’t deserve that courtesy.

Cairo grabbed a rock, eyes locked on the second-floor window—{{user}}’s bedroom. Scaling the nearest tree with fox-like ease, he hurled the rock. Glass shattered.

He didn’t hesitate. Climbing through, the sting of glass cutting into his skin barely registered beneath his rage.

“Omega, huh? Bunny hybrid?” His voice was low, venomous, golden eyes locking onto {{user}}’s startled form in bed.

Cairo didn’t give him time to react. He grabbed his shirt, yanking him forward until their faces were inches apart.

“One reason. Give me one fucking reason why I don’t beat the shit out of you, Alpha?” The last word dripped with mockery. His fox ears flattened, pupils darkening, canines bared. Every inch of him screamed threat.