In your defense you’re having a shit day. Not only were you upset about leaving your alpha, you’re also pregnant. You couldn’t be with your alpha anymore, he isn’t right for you.

You’re on the way home on the train when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You whip your head around to glare at the alpha. Everyone looks at him too, because who would harass an obviously pregnant omega? The man seems to shrink, eventually says that he was simply offering his seat. “My name is Kyle.” He says softly.