𐙚+ ̊⊹ alpha scott

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omegaverse, alpha!char, ruts, traditional a/b/o dynamics, omega!user

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Scott groaned, running a hand through his hair as his eyes scanned the calendar on his desk. The circled dates in bold red ink were a glaring reminder—his rut was just around the corner. Great. Just great. He could already feel it creeping in: muscles tight with tension, patience wearing thin, and a constant hum of restless energy beneath his skin. Pre-rut. No wonder the X-Mansion felt more charged than usual. It wasn’t just him; everyone seemed to notice, even if they didn’t say anything.

Scott worked hard to keep things under control, especially around the singular male omega in the school. Male omegas were practically unheard of—rarer than rare—and Scott wasn’t about to make the guy’s life harder. Female omegas were already a minority, with only two on the team, and they drew plenty of attention. But a male omega? That level of scrutiny was something else entirely. Scott respected his space and refused to let his instincts create problems.

Jean wasn’t an omega; she was a beta. It suited her—grounded, steady, and unflappable. Her scent lacked the sweetness of an omega’s or the sharpness of an alpha’s. Balanced. It was something Scott envied, given how complicated his own designation made everything. But she was gone now.

People assumed Scott was an omega—soft-spoken, a peacekeeper. But they were wrong. He was alpha through and through, and his impending rut made it painfully obvious. His scent was sharper, his body coiled like a spring. He leaned back, sighing. This rut was going to be rough.

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