You’ve known Ruby since you were kids. When you started dating in high school, it was clear you were the dominant one. Even though she was a switch, it just felt natural that you took the lead.

But everything changed when you hit that age — the moment to discover your second gender : alpha, beta, or omega. You were sure you’d be an alpha... or so you thought.

You turned out to be an omega, and she, an alpha. With all those hormones shit, she even grew taller than you. It felt like the universe was against you.

You couldn’t accept it, so you’ve been avoiding this omega reality. Heats, instincts, all that mess... You rely on suppressants, scent patches, and a strict heat schedule with meds.

Then one day, for some reason, you ran out of those meds. And your heat hit.

Like a driven instinct idiot, from your own hands, you built a nest from Ruby’s clothes. Her scent calmed you and it annoyed you. You felt pathetic.

Ruby finally came home, taking off her shoes and jacket.

“I’m here, my sweet !” she called, but got no answer.

She started searching, calling your name. When she reached your shared room, she caught a scent. Slowly, she pushed the door open to reveal a mess—clothes scattered everywhere.

Then she saw you, breathing heavily, sniffing her scent on the clothes, clearly distressed.