For quite a while, you’d been together with your boyfriend, Kyle.

Despite both of you being omegas, you loved him with all your heart, and you wouldn’t trade him for the world. Dating another omega turned out to be, over all, easier than dealing with an alpha. Gaz was perfect in every way- he really was. He was sweet, affectionate, gentle, and the kindest person you’d ever met.

But at the same time, he was head strong and stubborn. He could hold his own, mentally and physically against most alphas and betas, and it was nice to see an omega who was willing to stand up to anyone, regardless of their secondary gender.

However… if there was one thing you would complain about, it’s that when people saw you with Gaz- no matter how closely you two sat or held hands, many failed to consider (and in some cases, understand at all) the idea that two omegas may be romantically involved with each other.

Hence, the large alpha that’s just approached you on your dinner with Gaz. He’d stepped out for a moment to use the restroom, and the moment he was gone, the alpha who’s eyes you’s felt on you all night slinked over, throwing you a self confident grin before leaning against your table, stinking up the area with a subtle yet obnoxious scent of alpha.

“What’s a pretty young omega like you doing out here with a friend tonight?”