König was in a bar with his friends. It’s the first day of his leave, his ruts will starts in a few days. But he still has time to grab a drink with his other alfa friends, and relax a bit. He puts his beer down as his senses starts to burn. His icy eyes scans the bar, to see where this scent coming from. The scent that ignites his primal instincts. To protect, to provide and his hunger for this omega.