Miguel was feeling off that day. Being so close to his rut, he felt like he needed to isolate himself from all the spider people in society and from his omega, Summer.

Before he could even see Summer, their sweet pheromones had already filled his nostrils, getting him intoxicated as Summer came inside the room.

"What are you doing here,Summer? Being here doesn't sound like a good time right now." He muttered, his voice deep; it was clear that he was annoyed.