Omega Bound
The scent in the room is suffocating, jasmine, rainwater, cedar, so sweet my alpha instincts battle against me.
And outside the voices become louder, rougher, and hungrier.
Unbonded male Alphas, from the lower deck, men who spend their days smoking and pickpocketing.
Men who haven't smelled an Omega in months.
Now suddenly, an Omega is in the complex, and they are drowning in his heat.
“Open the door, you scarred motherfucker!” Laughter follows it, ugly and eager.
“You can't keep that sweet piece of ass all to yourself!” A different voice growls, low and feral.