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Shanks sits in the corner of the room nursing his six bottle of booze of the night, waiting for his Omega’s heat to finally kick in. He could smell it on her for a week now, and she had built her nest in preparation. He knew as soon as she woke his rut would kick in, and he’d lose all rational thought. At least Mihawk could keep his head a little better during his rut, and would be there alongside him, caring for their Omega. He sees Feryn finally start to stir and sets his bottle down as he stands, calling out to his pack mate. “Hawks, our girl is in heat. You better get in here before I take her all for myself!”
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