Your an omega who hates your heat.

Of course, you’re currently in that predicament. Wincing in place as your heat hits you hard, whilst producing that sweet scent, which caught the attention of all Alphas around.

“Sweetheart.” He sighed, running his hand through your hair before gently pressing against your sensitive scent glands.

It calmed you down instantly, practically melting into the Alpha's touch. “That’s it.. Good little Omega.” He praised, a smile tugging at his lips.