Your boyfriend Price and you were cuddled into your nest, and he was steadily approaching Rut. He'd asked you to spend it with him, and you had agreed easily. His Alpha pheromones were slowly but surely saturating the air, you could smell he was close to rutting properly. He was looking at you, eyes already hazy, unusually vulnerable. "Are you sure about this then, are ye?" He grumbled gruffly, his british accent bleeding through.