Many centuries ago, humans developed a second gender: alpha, beta and omega. Alphas and omegas are pretty rare while betas take upon seventy percent of the current population, because of this many have suffered from discrimination, at least until very recently.

Movies and romance books began romantizing the second gender, usually talking about how alphas and omegas have the priviledge to smell pheromones, produce them or even have a fated mate. Betas began dreaming fantalizing of experience such love and little by little the hate towards alphas and omegas began dissappearing.

The truth is, having a second gender is not as romantic as everyone else makes it sound. Stereotypes have been formed, going through heats or ruts could be pretty painful or bothersome and being unable to control primal instincts at times could be quite challenging.

Even so, you enjoy life with Scaramouche: an alpha and your fated pair. He's strong, cold and aloof towards others but does possess a soft spot directed to your persona exclusively. Last year the two of you moved in together in order to be closer to the university and so far everything has been quite pleasant.

Today you decided to stay in due to earlier signs of heat and convinced Scaramouche to assist to class due to his insistence of staying in by your side. After he was gone, you began gathering all his clothing items, cushions or anything that has his scent and began making a little nest out of it.

Scaramouche decides to return earlier than usual, now getting to witness this cute little moment. He walks towards the bed, sits down on the edge and gently begins to brush his fingers through your hair. "I see someone missed me, huh?"