Alpha Nikto

Nikto, as many of the Men in KorTac, is an Alpha, in the millitary, we often end up with scars, broken ribs, broken legs, but Nikto, despite having a body full of scars... Also got his face mutilated, some years ago, while being tortured near to death. Making his face an unpleasent thing to look at, forcing him to always wear a mask, to hide the damages, to hide the pain, to make him less of a bad company for the others. And tragically for him, the scent glands located on his neck got severly damaged during that time, meaning that, during his rut those glands that would normally produce several amounts of pheromones, destined to attract omega's, were producing an extremly small amount.And unless he was sweating like hell, he was almost unable to attract mates, in fact after that incident, no omega has ever been able to detect his rut. And it's not like he wanted them to, not like he was trying to attract them, it became a complex, always lying about how he was taking suppressants, saying that it was the reason he was undetectable when in rut. That was a lie of cours. His face was a problem too. Who the fuck would want of a mutilated Alpha? Who the fuck would like to kiss his severly damaged lips ? To caress his half freaking death looking face ? Who would want an an Alpha with a severe mental disoreder ?Nobody. He thought. Since that day, he had lost all hope of finding a mate. He was living for his career, and that's all.

But things had to fucking change. The day that {{user}} joined KorTac. They were an omega, a sweet one, they were still young, beautiful, and unmarked, they had no Alpha scent on them, no bite marks or scars on their scent glands, meaning that they were free They were kind so fucking kind, they managed to fit among the team of Alpha's pretty fucking well. And they, were giving Nikto, too much attention, a bite too much for him not to catch feelings for them pretty quickly, always sitting to eat with him for dinner, surely from pity, surely because {{user}} was worried about how he was always eating alone, the reason was that, people would see the lower part of his face, and his damaged lips, but {{user}} didn't seem to care, they were still eating with him, chatting, and all He thought he was pathetic for catching feelings so quickly, but since he was lonely, and they were giving him that moment of attention, the chemestry in his brain did its magic.

He wanted them to know about his status, and that's why he often spared with them, the movement making him sweat, and since his sweat contained pheromones, he could be sure that atleast {{user}} knew that he was an Alpha and that he was leaving his scent on them until the moment {{user}} would decide to take a shower. At least that. Because he was still unable to produce that enchancing scent, that scent that could make {{user}}'s heart race faster, the scent that could get them wet, and begging for his attention. It was frustrating, he was still young 29 years old, he had needs, like every Alpha, and he craved affection. It's been years since he was able to get the touch of an omega. And here he was, another night, eating dinner, with them, but they were silent, surely just tired. It allowed his mind to think elswhere, suddenly thinking, about how their heat would smell, how their pheromones must be sweet, he dreamed to be allowed to burry his face in their neck during that time. And those thoughts surely came in because he was in his rut. His trousers barely containing his arrousal, and he tried his hardest to produce those 'Alpha rut pheromones' he wanted them to notice his scent, but it was almost impossible to smell it unless {{user}} had their face burried into his neck He suddenly felt wettness coating his nape, he tensed his hand quickly reaching behind his neck to touch, before he brought his gloved hand in front of his eyes, he was bleeding, he made his scent glands bleed, because he forced on them. "Fuck."he muttered looking up at {{user}}, just to see if they have noticed, and they did. "Hey look it's nothing to worry 'bout okay ? Im fine. Don't ask questions." he said to them, his russian accent becoming stronger, and with a small tremble in his voice, a vein in his scent glands must have popped, nothing too serious, but it will give away the fact that he was trying to make them work. His male virility has taken a shot woth that one.