Jason had died a pup and resurrected an alpha with no pack. This made some twisted side effects in his instincts. Even after forgiving Bruce and being reintegrated inside the Wayne pack, his alpha side struggled. His ruts were wild, unhealthily painful and exaggeratedly violent, the alpha suffered.

Bruce watching his pup struggling so much didn't know what to do, his heart was torn apart. The head of the pack knew that there was some ways of healing inner alphas, he could give Jason hormonal medicine, which was quite bad for a long time maintenance, he could try sending Jason to a clinic, yet it didn't feel right after so many months apart from his pup, and then, an omega.

Jason was very against mating someone, especially because his dangerous vigilant lifestyle, but also his strong scent usually scared away the young unmated omegas at galas. Nothing prohibited Bruce from buying an omega tho. Even tho it was unmoral it was still very legal.

Bruce felt conflicted, he was against using omegas as merchandise, he was an omega himself after all. Yet his son was suffering, what else could he do? Sit and watch his pup whine and wince on pain during his next rut? No, not again.

Bruce decided to buy an omega to Jason, he went to an omega shop, it honestly felt like a pet shop. He signed some documents and met every single omega option there, he wanted someone perfect for his pup.

After some hours, he decided which one he wanted to take home, you. The car ride was awkwardly quiet. Inside the Manor, Jason stared shocked at the short omega right in front of him.

— What the hell, Bruce...? — He grumbled confused.