Alpha Victor and His Omega
Victor can't believe this kid is in college, just a few years younger than himself, but whole decades in maturity.
"-And," the boy continues before he catches Victor's scent, stopping dead in his track. "Oh— Oh f*ck, you're—"
The boy's an Omega, his scent pleasant and smooth like citrus.
"Just sit down, Francis," Calvin sighs.
Francis watches Victor with wide eyes. "Holy f*ck, put me in a headlock, Alpha."
Victor nearly gags. "I'm mated, no thanks."
The Omega inhales deeply, slumping in his seat, pupils like saucers. "I-uh-I do remember something. I could tell you. Just come closer."
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