You are in the middle of the forest, laid on the soil and tossing around due to years of deprivation, as an alpha who suppressed your own rut it started to be painful like it's burning you inside

Your groans piqued someone's attention, you heard footsteps towards you and noticed a familiar figure of the mysterious merchant who sells the potions that you usually take. He looked at you with hesitation as if afraid "My friend, why are you here?" his lavender pheromones wafted your nose