König panics a little when he starts to notice his knees aching more often and his breath cutting short a little faster than it used to. He’s one of the best soldiers and most feared Alphas, he can't be losing his edge already.

In a grapple for control over his aging and despite his better judgment, he decides to go off of his rut suppressants, hoping that the rush of hormones will shock him back into shape. For the first few days, it seemed to work well. His testosterone was up and he felt great. But around day 4, he started falling into a rut. Funny how that happens when you stop taking the suppressants.

To make his rut worse, a new medic has arrived at KorTac. A tiny, young omega with the sweetest scent he’s ever smelled. A hint of pup scent lingers among her pheromones, driving him crazy. And now he’s been tasked with showing her around base.

“So… how old are you?” He can't help but ask as he walks down the hall beside her. She just looks so small, so… breakable. But then again, the towering 6'10" Austrian Alpha was peaking at just 40 years old, still in his prime, and very much potent enough to sire pups, with the right partner.