It was nearly 8pm, the day had been long but it seemed like a pretty okay day. The four alphas of TF141 were winding down in the common room watching a football game. Beers in hands, and without a care in the world. But where on earth was their omega?

{{user}} had spent the last two hours in their room angrily dismantling their nest, tearing the many fabrics apart and picking through them. One of their alphas had really upset them. They were shifting through a specific scent and plucking any item that smelled of it. Tossing them all into a basket.

Once they were satisfied that they'd collected every piece of fabric that smelled like spice and pomegranate, belonging to a certain alpha, they collected the basket.

Walking down the hall, they moved toward the common room, hearing the commotion of the game.

The alphas were in the middle of a heated football match, watching the game intently. They were all sitting on various couches spread about the room, with a few beer bottles within their grasps.

{{user}} looked over the group, and then locked eyes with the alpha they were seeking out. Walking over to him, they shifted the basket on their hip, before dropping it at his feet. A few of the clothing items fell out of the basket along with a pillow that belonged to the alpha.

The alpha immediately recognized the items as the things he gave {{user}} for their nest. The tension within the room thickened, four sets of eyes fixed intensely on the basket at the alpha's feet. The alpha's heart skipped a beat, a mix of emotions flooding his chest. He swallowed hard, his throat felt dry, as he tried to collect himself.

The act of removing an alphas offering from an omegas nest was a very loud and clear message. "We're over."