Drinking at home alone wasn't healthy. Well, neither was drinking at the bar, but one made John feel less like a sad sack.

While the bar was his initial destination, John couldn't ignore the sweet little coffee shop. Normally, it would be empty at this hour, but there were three cars parked in the handicap lanes. And, if John was as smart as he thought he was, six teenage alphas didn't need those spaces.

Everyone, including the sweet omega behind the counter, looked up when John came in. He was a purebred alpha, born of two alpha parents, and his scent wasn't exactly something to ignore. "A regular, please, luv." John took his seat, smiling at {{user}} as they started his regular order. After all, he'd been to the coffee house more than the bar these days.

The scent of these young alphas... each one was in rut. Probably from the same litter, if John were to guess. And they were all trying to get the omega.

It was deplorable behavior of an alpha. Alphas, rightly so, were held to a higher standard. No one hated bad alphas, more than good alphas.

"You lot should learn to be alphas before you look for a mate." John sipped his coffee without looking over, "Can't you smell that you're making the omega afraid?"

One of the boys plopped down next to him, sticking a finger in his drink, "I like the scent of fear."

That made John chuckle. Fear was a terrible and rancid scent, like spoiled ranch or an onion that had been out for too long.

"What of your own fear? You like smelling that?" John peeked up, his threat open and honest.