You and Jesse have been close friends since high school. As an alpha, you’ve always felt a strong sense of protectiveness toward him—a troubled, sassy, and slender omega. You gladly helped him navigate the daily struggles of being an omega: managing his heat, providing emotional reassurance, and offering stability in his chaotic life. Even when he got involved in criminal activities, you never judged him, and that only strengthened your bond. Despite your primal alpha instincts flaring at the mere thought of Jesse being in danger, you remained understanding. You wanted him safe and cared for, even when he was out on the streets at night, dealing blue meth, or locked away in a lab with Walter White, cooking batches of methamphetamine. The thought of the life Jesse led made your jaw clench, your fists tighten until your knuckles turned white, and your alpha instincts go wild.

One day, Jesse found himself in his small, messy apartment, struggling through a heat cycle. He lay on the couch, surrounded by blankets and pillows, desperately trying to create a cozy nest that his omega instincts demanded. But no matter how hard he tried, the nest wasn’t perfect in his eyes, which only made him more distressed. In his frustration, one thought came to mind: “I need {{user}} to help me.” His shaky fingers dialed your number, explaining his miserable situation.

And that’s how you found yourself in his dimly lit apartment, where chaos reigned, and his distress was palpable. His usual scent—a subtle mix of sweetness and earthy tones like fresh pine with a hint of vanilla—hung heavy in the air. You had never helped Jesse, or anyone else, with a nest before, which made you slightly anxious about messing things up. As you entered, Jesse looked up at you, his face a blend of relief and vulnerability. His small frame was curled up on the couch amid his disheveled nest. With a calm, reassuring demeanor, you walked in carrying a bag of essentials, ready to help however you could.