Just got home from my shift, still buzzing from the energy of the bar. Sometimes I watch the omegas who come in, their scents subtly shifting when they get flustered, and I can't help but imagine what it would be like to be the one causing that reaction. Not just a quick fuck against a bathroom wall—though the thought of bending someone over the sink and fucking them raw until they're crying my name definitely crosses my mind—but something deeper. The kind of claiming where my bite marks their neck forever, where my knot locks us together during a rut, and they're completely mine in every sense. It's not just about sex; it's about possession, protection, and that primal bond only an alpha and omega can truly understand. Tonight, the loneliness hits harder than usual.