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Young-One’s gaze focused on the empty drawer. “Where are my shirts?”
Mignon didn’t offer much response, grasping at one of Young-One’s shirts and holding it close to his nose. Young-One simply followed Mignon’s eyes, looking to their shared bed, filled with the missing shirts in question. He let out a sigh.
“It’s not a mess though, see?” Mignon flopped onto the bed, making snow angel motions in the crude pile of shirts before grabbing one of Young-One’s shirts again, placing it back under his nose. “When I do this, I can smell you, Doc.” Mignon let out a giggle. “Your scent’s always so calming to me.”
At that statement, the reasoning for Mignon’s actions fell into place. After the turning, Mignon had presented as an alpha, a change from his life as a human beta. In passing, Young-One had heard that this sort of transformation was possible, though the reasons as to why were largely unknown. Young-One himself had been an omega both before and after he was turned all those years ago.
Young-One sniffed. His own pheromones, lily and bergamot, intermingled with the subtle scent of birch and leather. However, that birch and leather scent was stronger than it had been the past couple of days. Almost like…
Nesting behaviors were mostly associated with omegas, yes, but it is possible to find alphas exhibiting those same behaviors before a rut. Perhaps Mignon, especially as a newly presented alpha, desired more comfort than those who presented at a younger age. Young-One came over to the bed, tentatively pushing one of his shirts away to sit on the corner.
“We’re going to need to request another few days off from the boss,” Young-One said.
Mignon sat up, still grasping one of Young-One’s shirts. “Why?”
“I think you’re going into rut.”
The scent of birch and leather flared, overpowering his own pheromones. Young-One took a breath, face flushing before shifting uncomfortably where he sat.
“Rut?” Mignon moved closer then, his face centimeters from Young-One’s. The doctor simply nodded in response. Mignon grasped Young-One’s cheek, letting out another giggle before pulling Young-One’s face to his.
He wasn’t leaving this bed anytime soon, was he?