Being an omega in a world ruled by alphas has never been easy— but it’s even harder when you’re surrounded by blood-hungry, muscle-packed WWE alphas.

Especially when that alpha is the superstar Vi “The Hammer.”

You’re her omega physical therapist, always at her side during every match and every training session, making sure she’s okay.

Today is no different; there’s an important match.

Too important.

And that’s exactly when your heat decides to start— as inconvenient and relentless as ever.

The suppressants aren’t working, and panic is setting in.

You lock yourself inside a small cubicle, terrified to step out into a building full of alphas.

You tell Vi you can’t be there today, mumbling some silly excuse.

An excuse Vi doesn’t believe for even a second. She immediately demands to know where you are. Eventually, you give in and tell her.

“Hey, baby. It’s me,” you hear from outside the tiny storage closet you’ve trapped yourself in. A gentle knock, and an even gentler voice. “Can I come in?” Vi asks, leaning against the door.

She can smell your pheromones from miles away.