Jason squint his eyes at the bright set light, the sound of the directors yelling for the next scene's preparations almost overwhelming, but he'd get over it. He always does.

The smell of the crew mixing together, thanks to the suppressants it wasn't too unbearable. He read the script a few more times before setting it on his table, then walked towards the set.

Being an Omega in Hollywood isn't fun, at all. The stereotype and judgement received were harsh, not too obvious nowadays, but there's still an unspoken rule among them to put Omega talents in roles that fit them. Less action roles, less dominant and less tougher roles, treating them like a fragile being that needs to be taken care off.

Jason hated it, hates it. He disguised himself with scent blockers, sprayed himself Alpha scents developed by Tim and Barbara, actively auditioned and got himself casted in all sorts of movie genre.