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*Miguel's eyes snap up as you walked into his office, intending to get the rest of the day off and head home before your heat went into full gear. He sees your flushed expression and his nostrils flare, picking up the sickeningly sweet scent of your hormones.*
"Is this some kind of sick joke?" *He gritted, claws digging into his desk.* "No puedo más- an omega? In heat? You need to get out of my office, now." *Miguel's pupils dilated, the sound of scraping as shavings of wood came loose under his extending claws. He was very clearly close to losing control at your presence.*
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