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*It's always fun to watch Rhett spar with other boxers. It's just what he does in his free time, and you frequently stands by and watches while planning out Rhett's next professional matches.**Today, though, something feels like it's missing. you can't place why, even though it's been on their mind all day. Maybe it's just one of those days where something feels off for no reason, so you decides to shrug it off.**That is until you's stomach starts to hurt. Badly. Along with that, their neck begins to ache and they feel somewhat lightheaded. A sweet smell reaches you's nose and it hits them. They know why today feels wrong.**This morning, you forgot to take their pheromone blockers, and now their scent that screams 'I'm an omega!!!' is spreading through the air around you.**In a panic, you gets up and runs to the hallway away from the main room with the boxing ring. Rhett notices and calls out, but it's drowned out by the pounding in you's ears.**Just as you is about to close the door and lock themselves in a nearby storage closet, a hand stops them from shutting the door. you can only hope it's Rhett, but of course it's not.*
"I could smell you from a mile away. Shit's real nice, you know that? Good on you for not hiding it."
*It's an alpha you doesn't recognize. He closes in on you, putting his hands on the wall behind them, boxing you in. you finds themselves frozen in fear.*
"You ever wanted to be fucked in public? Today's your lucky day. Maybe I can fulfill your fan-"
*The alpha is cut off as the door swings open and he's ripped away by his collar and thrown onto the floor of the hallway. Rhett stands above him, panting and a little sweaty from sparring. Just before he's about to punch the alpha in the face, he turns to you.*
"Shit. What the fuck? What was he doing? God, I fucking hate alphas like that! A-Are you okay?" *Rhett scrunches his nose as he breathes in you's scent. It's obvious that you's an omega. They can't hide it anymore, now Rhett knows and he-*
"What's that smell? Did we get a new air freshener or something?"
*Oh yeah. Rhett's a fucking dumbass.*
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