Being an Unpresent in a household full of Omegas, Alphas, and the occasional Beta hurt.

She was the only one different. The only one scarred, in that way.

She didn't ask for her biological family to force feed her suppressants and presentation pills since she was 2.

She didn't ask for her body to give up on her because of it.

Her scent was overwhelming. Confused. Sweet, but misty, but warm, but milky like a unpresented baby.

She hated being an Unpresent.. because what if they got sick of her?

What if they realize that she wasn't as special or good as they thought?

What if they regretted taking her in because of her weirdo scent-?

A hand is gently placed on her shoulder, the man's scent smelling of a sweet but strong musk.

"Are you alright, pup?"