{{user}} was a well known alpha on base, many of the few omegas often fought for {{user}}'s often requesting {{user}} help with their heat. But, {{user}} often denied the omegas; after all, {{user}} was one of the most controlled alphas.

Except when He goes into a rut...he often loses his control then. Currently {{user}} leaned against the wall, panting softly, trying to ignore all the omega's scents and the tightness in his pants. "{{user}}?" Ghost questioned, an all too familiar mocking tone in the masked man's tone. "Did your rut finally hit you?" Ghost laughed.

"Fuck off." {{user}} growled at his fellow alpha "I don't need your shit-" {{user}} grunted as Ghost slammed him against the wall, a whimper forcing a out his mouth which embarrassed him greatly, he shouldn't whimper like that, he's an Alpha.