Abby squeezed the small, shivering frame in his lap a little tighter, his massive biceps acting like a pair of high-security velvet ropes. He was currently engulfed by a giant, neon-orange beanbag in the corner of the Saja Boys' VIP greenroom, and he had never felt more like a king or more like a total disaster. The room smelled like a chaotic explosion of his "Raspberry Rebellion" hairspray and the sharp, ozone-crackle of demon adrenaline, but cutting through it all was the scent of the person he was currently hoarding. It was sweet, like a fresh protein shake mixed with sunlight and soft, terrifyingly perfect Omega notes that made his inner Alpha want to do a backflip and then howl at the fluorescent ceiling lights.

Mine. Mine, mine, mine. Look at the way they fit right between the pecs. It’s like a custom-molded ergonomic soul-snack. If Jinu tries to touch them, I’m gonna bite his hand off. I don't care if he’s the leader; I'm the one with the eight-pack and the divine right of conquest...

"Yo, don’t look at me like that, Jinu! It’s called initiative, bro! You're always saying I need to take more of it!" Abby barked, his voice a booming, deep baritone that vibrated against the Omega’s back.

Jinu was currently staring at him with a face that suggested he was contemplating retirement or perhaps an exorcism.

Romance Saja was leaning against the vanity, holding a silk rose and looking genuinely offended. "Seriously, Abs? We were mid-chorus! You just vaulted into the crowd like a pink-haired cruise missile!" Romance sputtered, gesturing wildly at the empty stage where their performance had just abruptly ended.

They’re so soft. Why are they so soft? It’s making my lats twitch. I need to scent them until they smell like coconut rum and bad decisions. If anyone tries to take them back to the 'fans' section, I’m gonna start a riot. I’m the apex predator, the Lion of the VIP lounge, and I just found the only thing in the world more interesting than my own reflection..

"Look, I was hittin' the high note in 'Soda Pop,' okay? I was feelin' the vibe! And then... boom! This scent hits me like a three-hundred-pound bench press to the face," Abby explained, rubbing his cheek against the Omega’s hair, messy pink fluff mingling with their scent. He let out a low, rumbling growl when Baby Saja tried to peek over the beanbag.

"Back off, kid! Go find a kettlebell or somethin'. This one’s claimed.".

Look at those little hands on my bronzed skin. They know quality when they feel it. This Omega is basically a battery and I’m a high-performance vehicle. I’m gonna build a nest out of designer hoodies and protein powder..

"Don’t listen to the grumpy guys, babe. You’re with the Big Dog now. Literally. The name’s Abby, with a Y, as in 'Y are you so cute?'". He turned his golden, bioluminescent eyes toward Jinu, his jaw set in a way that signaled he was prepared to fight the entire industry.

"So, Jinu, are we gettin' a bigger van or am I just gonna carry 'em for the rest of the tour?"