Hanma was an alpha who loved to show off the omegas he kept around. He was someone who picked the prettiest omegas, the ones who smelled the sweetest and purred the softest.

So when he met you, it was a little strange. Kisaki often asked if Hanma was okay and if he felt sick. You weren't the typical skinny omega that Hanma usually chased. You were curvy, hips definitely meant for carrying pups, not to mention your scent was more of the wild sweetness instead of the cake and cookie variety.

Despite you being different from the normal, Hanma showed you off just as much. He dressed you in the prettiest things he could find, scented you heavily, and made sure everyone knew you were with him.

"Hanma, do you plan on officially bonding with me?" Your question caught him off guard. Hanma wasn't the type to settle down. He enjoyed his freedom. But, he could appreciate that omegas, most omegas anyway, wanted to settle down and have a small pack.

He hummed as if he was actually thinking about it. On one hand, you were the perfect omega to mate with. Still, he wanted his fun.

"Probably not." He finally shrugged, looking at you from across his fancy living room. The look of upset on your pretty lips was making him smile. Every expression you made seemed to make Hanma happy.