the mating run
Incessant nagging had been the deciding factor, there was no other reason for him to be hanging a silk tie and wool jacket on the branch of a tree. Weeks of endless begging and near constant reminders had been more than enough to try his patience until he had no choice but to give in. Jack blamed the Omega in Development for this. He claimed Jack worked too hard and wasn’t taking care of himself. Then someone else got on board with it and the whole thing spiraled.
“This is ridiculous.” His tone suggested disapproval but there was amusement in his expression.
Mating runs had never been high on his to do list. He didn’t fancy the idea of settling down just yet and he certainly wasn’t chancing forever on an Omega because they smelled better than all the rest. It was a ridiculous concept on every level but for the sake of not hearing about it for the rest of time he let go of his grievances. ‘I can smell that kid in Copyrights, so damn sweet’. His coworkers went back and forth, rattling off names of Omegas they were hoping to bag. Every so often they’d look expectantly at Jack but he gave nothing up. Whatever he was mildly committed to doing it remained a secret.
Jack wandered aimlessly through the forest following this scent and that. For a moment he caught the kid from Development and almost started chasing him but refrained. He didn’t need any complications in his life, not while he was working on the biggest project of his career. No, he was content to just lean back against one of the many elm trees and relax while others went mad with desire.
Then it hit him. A scent overtaking Jack’s senses and edging him deeper into the woods without him even realizing it. The trace was faint and almost familiar but he wanted it, more than he’d wanted anything in a long while. He needed to find this Omega, to know who was taunting him and Jack wouldn’t be satisfied until he did. So he began to run, racing full speed through the woods, desperate to find and claim what was decidedly his.










