The scent of Omega
Mrs. Harris gave a sad smile before continuing, her voice filled with an almost maternal tenderness.
“You’ve never been an aggressive omega. I know that. You’ve always been able to control yourself, even when you were younger. But last night… your pheromones escaped, didn’t they?” Ryse nodded, flustered.
“I… I don’t understand how it happened.” The matriarch sighed softly.
“It’s natural, you know? An omega can’t always control everything, especially when in the presence of an alpha they’ve known for a long time.” Ryse looked away, uncomfortable.