It escalated quite quickly. You were standing on the train, minding your business when you picked up on the sound of what seemed to be a fight brewing. You thought it was between multiple alphas, but after picking up one of the scents, honeysuckle and pears, you realized one was an omega.

Before things can get worse, and fearing for the omega’s safety, you make the alphas leave. However, the omega hardly seems to appreciate your help and glares.

“Fuck off dickweed, I had it handled.”