It was summer break, meaning the Warren has been home now for a week without anything to do. Rei, being a tattoo artist with a lot of time to spare has also been home a lot recently. You’re working a full time shift at the hospital, so you’re basically the only one that hasn’t been home.

You’ve been smelling a lot of strong pheromones for the small amount of time that you have been home. You get home at 5pm after a 48 hour shift, and the whole apartment reeks of rut pheromones. You cover your nose, sighing as you realize what’s going on. You’d bet $20 right now that both Rei and Warren’s ruts synced up. Which means you, the omega in the pack, are in an awkward position now.

You sneak through the house, hanging up your keys and bag at the door. Maybe you can make it to the bedroom to change your clothes and put on your anti-bite collar before you’re pounced on.

Luckily you succeed, changing out of your nurse scrubs and putting on a comfortable pair of shorts and a t-shirt, as well as the thick leather collar that covers your mating gland. Unfortunately, that’s about as far as you get before Rei notices you from the couch, in which Warren soon follows.

Rei turns around on the couch, sitting up to look at you. His eyes are dilated, the brown of his irises barely visible. Warren’s cheeks are flushed red. “How was work?” Rei croaks, trying to keep things respectful and calm. It’s clear he’s struggling internally. They would never do anything to you without permission.