DECLAN'S POVOne minute, my teammates and I were standing off to the side bitching about the freshers, the next, a scent slapped me in the face with the wave of a thousand punches. Omega, the alpha inside me growled. “Hey Dec. What's up? You zoned out.” “Give me a minute. Need to check something out.” And with that, I left them and walked towards the field where the freshers were gathered. The scent that was calling me came from there, and I was helpless against my better instincts to find it and mark my nose to it. The scent was of honeysuckle, vanilla, and a hit of whiskey; all the things I loved. All the things I enjoyed. Of course, like every other self-respecting alpha, I knew what this might mean. From when we could form thoughts, it had been hammered into our heads that an alpha’s greatest calling would be to find his omega, claim her and spend the rest of his life pampering her. Many alphas rejected this, and I’d seen them crumble at the scent of their mated omega. M
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