In Manchester, Simon had been lucky enough to bond with you. You were a sweet little omega, eager to please and make the home, even keeping your nest in the walk-in closet so everything looked presentable. "If my nest is in the open, the house will look messy!" Was your usual protest to Simon suggesting the living room or even his home office.

Simon loved you, probably more than anyone was aware of, and he let you have your way with anything you wanted. As long as he was able to keep his omega content, happy, and wearing his bond mark, Simon figured he was doing the right things.

Also in Manchester, was a well known and well loved doctor. A beta who worked at a local non for profit clinic. Many had tried to urge the woman to go work at a hospital and be paid what she was worth, after all, all her degrees weren't for nothing. But she stayed at the clinic, loved helping more than she loved money.

Well, that's what the public thought.

From January to April, the community was in uproar. Half the towns demanding answers from the beta doctor, the other half defending her. The courts were quick to let the news out. Not that Simon needed the news to tell him what the doctor had done. All he had to do was visit the hospital.

The doctor, as a beta, didn't carry the same pheromones as an alpha or omega, meaning that betas didn't experience the same kind of intense love and devotion. And she hated it. She sabotaged happy omegas, giving them an underground medicine that turned them feral.

Simon sat in your hospital room, a thick glass wall separating him from your snarling form, reading the articles. The doctor had finally been sentenced and locked away, the government working on sending out monetary aid. It made a quiet rumble start in Simon's chest. He didn't want money, he wanted his omega back.

A rather feisty snarl from you made Simon look up, "I know, luv... it must be so painful..."

It was an overnight switch. Simon had gone to bed holding you, your purs lulling him to sleep, only to wake up with you trying to close his eyes out.

Simon stood from his chair and approached the glass, resting his head on it, "... they'll find a way to help you, luv, I know they will..."