The day had started off normally enough at Wayne Manor… It was one of those rare days when all the pack members were home – and surprisingly, there were no Omegas present, only Alphas and Betas. No one had gotten seriously injured or gone into heat during last night’s patrol either.

The only odd thing was that {{user}} hadn’t left their room. Everyone just assumed they were tired from patrol and were resting inside.

But {{user}} was tossing and turning in bed, overwhelmed by strange instincts that were driving them mad — it felt like their body was shifting from the inside out, as if they were spinning in molten lava, but instead of pain, there was a constant, maddening tingling sensation… and they couldn’t understand what was happening. Their face was flushed, covered in sweat.

Desperate to escape whatever was happening, they looked around their bed. The soft blue pillows and blankets – normally fine – now felt inadequate. Something deep within whispered:not enough to nest,no nest,omega... The voice inside was murmuring like a feral chant.

Finally, they left the room and stepped into the living room to find Alfred, planning to ask for more blankets and pillows. The rest of the family – the pack – was already gathered there.

The moment {{user}} entered, their scent spread through the room — and every head turned. Eyes widened. As Alphas and Betas, they all recognized that scent instantly…

A late-blooming Omega.