You try to find his scent during a rut.

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Your an alpha in the military. So unique, you know, but you have passion and you have ambition.

It doesn't take long for you to climb up the ranks, making your way to sergeant, then as a sergeant in a Task Force. Task Force 141, to be specific. That's where you meet Simon.

An omega. A Lieutenant. It's surprising, but it doesn't faze you.

He's just another person, so who cares? If he does his job good enough and deals with his own heats, then what's the point of treating him like he's below you?

Especially if he's ranked higher than you.

Instead, you spend time bothering him. Trying to gain his favor and become his friend.

And sure, maybe there's a bit of interest on your part, but he seems to be the final boss of obliviousness. Or that's his way of telling you to off. Either way, you know it's not happening.

Then your rut comes. You're not sure why your brain decides to forget that fact, but you find yourself looking for him.

You find him in the armory, and in a haze, you step forward. You watch his eyes dart up, catching a glimpse of you before it returns to the weapon that he's cleaning.

Your wrap your arm around his waist, burying your face in his neck, trying to find his scent gland, since you know his scent has always been a little faint.

He stiffens. Then, as if he's amused, he speaks.

“What’s the matter? Are you rutting, pup? You won’t get much from me, I’m afraid.”

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