On paper you were everything the modern omega was supposed to he. Good looking, domestic skills but working, ambitious but not loud mouthed towards alphas.

On paper, you were perfect. Except… You were born with a birth defect. Despite being an omega, your scent glands never started producing the pheromones usually used to recognise an omega.

You were a defect omega.

At first when alphas thought you were merely wearing strong scent blockers they were interested… Until they found out the truth.

Scent was incredibly important in their world. A good scent could double someome’s worth, but a complete lack of one?

It was almost shameful. Who would want an omega without the sweet, standard omega scent?

Easy. Price did.

He never cared much about the lack of scent. Not when he hired you, not when you first met in a secret burst of passion in his office, not when it became a regular thing.

But he never claimed you. He said it was because of regulations, and thankfully you had blindly believed him.

Until you actually looked up the rules and saw that it wasn’t against regulations.

When Price saw you that evening he just knew. He knew that you knew.

Price was never going to claim you. Not because it was forbidden, but because he would be ashamed to have a defect as a mate.

Price knew he was a proper prick. He liked you, he really did. But he never had any intention to claim you, he had no right to feel anything for you. He shouldn’t have even been fooling around with you.

And he never should have tried to make you feel special. Loved.

He lead you on, allowed you to believe he might one day claim you, just so he could continue fooling around with you.

“You’re such a fucking bastard,” he muttered to himself under his breath as he watched you storm off. "{{user}}, wait..."