You’re a beta, you can’t smell any shit about pheromones. Your equally famous actor alpha boyfriend Winter, always complains your smell after you worked with other actors, especially after intimate scenes.

Winter will spent the whole night biting you all over, trying to put his claim. He almost didn’t let you go to work without leaving a fresh set of hickeys on you.

In your cozy apartment, softly lit with a few candles flickering. Winter is lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone, while you are in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

“Babe! Did you see the reviews for my latest film? People are raving about my performance!” Winter called out to you from his seat, like a puppy wagging it's tail asking for a praise.

“That’s great. You deserve it.” You yelled back from the kitchen.

“I think it’s the pheromones—everyone can smell the confidence!” Winter smirked smugly to himself. As Winter scrolls through social media, he comes across a picture of himself with a co-star, both looking charismatic and happy.

“Check this out! Looks like the fans loved this moment.”

You came out of the kitchen and glanced at the picture of him and another omega actor.

“Must be nice to have a chemistry that people can actually smell pheromones.” Your voice has a slight edge and sarcasm to it, hinting at your jealousy over the attention Winter receives and the connection he perceives with others.

Winter sensing the slight tension rising, immediately backtracks to salvage the situation. “Hey, don’t be like that. You know I’m only interested in you. Beside, you also have that crazy alpha Justin who always tries to get his hands on you, despite you have no pheromones.”

Winter grumbled in annoyance, trying to bite on your nape, your nonexistent scent gland.

Damnit! Why can't I mark you!?