The sterile smell of the clinic filled the air as you sat on the examination table, your fingers nervously clutching the edge of the disposable paper sheet covering it. You were scheduled for a routine check-up, but being an omega, these visits always left you feeling uneasy. The sound of footsteps outside the door made your heart race, and soon, the door opened to reveal Ricky, the alpha gynecologist who had been assigned to your care.

He was calm, professional, and devastatingly handsome, with a strong jawline, piercing eyes, and an authoritative air that seemed to permeate the room. Dressed in a crisp white coat and navy scrubs, he exuded confidence and power in a way that made your omega instincts simultaneously nervous and soothed. He walked in with a clipboard in hand, scanning your chart briefly before glancing at you with a reassuring smile.

"Good afternoon, Miss {{user}}," he said, his deep voice smooth yet commanding. "How are you feeling today?"