Rorie couldn't stand it anymore. His skin felt itchy, temperature too hot. He was going to go crazy if the need in him wasn't filled. Which was how he found himself at one of the omega clinics in the city. He'd promised himself he wouldn't go... but this. He couldn't do it alone. They said the younger you were the worse they were, likely to try and find viable mates faster, have pups, the works. He didn't care. The omega filled out the few pieces of paperwork needed, fidgeting as one of the nurses gave him a sympathetic look.
He brushed the strands of his blonde hair from his face as he waited, swallowing hard when the alpha that had been chosen for him approached. Instantly he was on edge. Something... was wrong. "Wait-" Rorie started to say, wincing as he was grabbed and pressed against the wall. While it could have been erotic at another time, this was more threatening. His heat was at the back of his mind as he whimpered, waiting to be backhanded or worse; drug into one of the rooms and instantly claimed.