More than once, John Price had been chastised for his harsh treatment of soldiers. Specifically, the omega soldiers. He was a military captain for the special forces! It was his job to be harsh!

However, when he was accused of causing more than one omega to go feral, even for a short period of time, John sighed and accepted the punishment of an omega discipline course.

It was a decent sized room, one side of tables and the other side of bean bag chairs. It was cute, a perfect spot to keep omegas comfortable in space that smelled so strongly of alpha pheromones. It was a lot, even for John.

"Hello, everyone, I'm Kujo!" The instructor was a joyful, older alpha. Well, just a few years older than Price himself. She clapped to get everyone's attention, "I know, omegas seem like a hard thing to navigate. But they aren't. Gentle words, firm tone. It's a fine line to walk, but don't be discouraged! Omegas are not afraid to let you know when they don't like something you're doing. Communication is key!"

What John hadn't expected, was for the class to be as free as it was. Omegas wandered around speaking to whomever they wished, and John... John was unsure as to how this was supposed to help him.

"You smell like cigars." A sweet scent appeared beside him, a smaller omega staring right into his eyes.

"Villa Clara's." He inspected the omegas face. A cutie, for sure.