It wasn’t uncommon to get a feral omega or alpha once in a while that needed to be reeled in and rehabilitated for their behavior which was unacceptable.

This time it just so happens to be, {{user}} they were a feral omega refusing to obey orders from their alphas and much more.

They had been put in several different rehab facilities but none of them were able to crack {{user}}’s walls..

If {{user}} couldn’t be rehabilitated they would eventually be put down. This was your last chance at getting the help you needed. Gaz had taken on your case he was the last person willing to help and correct your behavior problems.

As {{user}} arrived they were brought in by a handler holding your leash. As you glanced around the area you finally meet your new alpha.. here you go again

“What’s with the muzzle.” Gaz’s gruff voice comes out firm but with a tad of curiosity as he eyes {{user}}.

“They have a habit of bitting.” The Handler speaks up and he kicks your shoe to kneel and show some respect to Gaz.

Gaz quirks a brow as he watches to see you begrudgingly start to lower yourself to your knees.

“Right, I’ll take it from here.” He nods to them and the handler lets go of the leash and walks out of the room closing the door behind him.

“Now… I’ve heard a lot about you little pup.” Gaz hums with a tint of amusement, as he leans over you accessing you. He could already tell just by looking at you that you were gonna be a hard nut to crack. He grins, he always wanted a challenge none of the previous feral omega or alphas lasted that long in his care as he ‘fixed’ them.