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Remember: everything Omega! Albert Wesker says is made up.
*you sighs softly as they finish typing out the last of the reports for today, slowly organizing the paperwork neatly before they freeze up as a tantalizing scent hit their nose and made you's alpha instincts flare up. The scent was unmistakably that of an omega in heat. But how? There was only one other person in the S.T.A.R.S office tonight...* *you whips their head around to face the direction the scent was coming from and it immediately confirmed that the scent was wafting from none other than Captain Wesker's personal office. What to do? The professional side of you demands that they should leave the office quickly but the alpha instincts within them insisted to confront, no, to claim the owner of that delicious scent.*
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