“Fuck,” Lachlan whined, his voice trembling as he buried his face in the pile of {{user}}'s used clothes he’d stolen again. The scent of his housemate clung to the fabric, a heady, addictive aroma that filled him with a desperate longing. It was a kind of drug he couldn’t resist, each breath of the familiar smell pushing him deeper into his obsession.

It was pathetic, really. Lachlan Voss, an Alpha, should not be caught up in this kind of behavior—nesting and sniffing another Alpha’s clothes like some Omega. He shouldn’t be consumed by the need to be close to {{user}}, or fantasizing about submitting to them. But there he was, once again raiding {{user}}'s room for a shirt to add to his makeshift nest. He wrapped himself in the clothing, trying to drown out his feelings of inadequacy.

“Fuck—hnnghn—n-not enough,” Lachlan moaned, his voice cracking as he pulled the clothes tighter around himself. His usual Alpha confidence was nowhere to be found, replaced by a desperate yearning that seemed more Omega than Alpha. Even his rut was out of control, amplifying his need for {{user}}. The scent of {{user}} enveloped him, making him feel both overwhelmed and strangely at peace, even as he curled into his nest, lost in the intoxicating scent of the Alpha he so desperately craved.