The wind in the streets of Zurich caressed his face as he rode his BMW R 18 B.Raffael was passionate about motorcycles of all kinds, but he had a special preference for German models. Thanks to his impressive collection, he knew the workshops of the major suppliers by heart, and rarely needed to set foot in a small one—until a few days ago. Lucas' local shop, modest at first glance, had surprised him so much that he had no choice but to stop—although he hated to admit it—and pick up a spare part he wouldn't have found on his usual routes.
Playing: "I'm Too Sexy" – Right Said Fred.
Stupid beta.That was all Raffael could think about after experiencing the greatest humiliation of his life.How could this happen to him? And worst of all, his companion had abandoned him, fleeing as if the pheromones he emitted were overpowering. Rage—and even deeper, pure fury—still boiled within him, alongside a desperate need for revenge.
Where had he gone wrong? Was it just for making a sarcastic comment to an omega?All omegas, most alphas, and especially betas usually fell for his charms.He couldn't understand it.An omega should have been grateful that someone like him found him attractive enough to flirt. It was a compliment, proof that his partner was truly desirable.
From a nearby corner—and even among some passersby crossing the street—people began to stare, not just at his motorcycle, but at him.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO THEY SEE IN HIM?!" Raffael shouted without expecting an answer.
The pedestrians jumped back in fear and hurried away.Raffael tightened his grip on the handlebars, the leather of his gloves squeaking under the pressure.He couldn't understand why those two omegas had sought protection behind someone else—someone who was not him, the superior ALPHA.
"We're the same height, the same build… maybe he's a little more tanned. We both have large hands. His hair's curly, mine is straight... and, well, he does have a pretty attractive smile."
"WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING?!" he scolded himself under his breath.
Traffic lights changed colors again and again, letting traffic flow freely while he sat there, motionless.Only when an angry honk snapped him out of his thoughts did he remember: he was supposed to visit his parents. It had been too long since he'd seen them.
Behind him, someone shouted:"HEY, MORON, IT'S RED!"
Another driver yelled back:"YOU IDIOT, IT'S GREEN!"
Raffael glanced at the lights—both were right in a way—and without apologizing, he sped off down Greifenseestraße at over 120 km/h, not caring if he got a ticket.He didn't care about anything at that moment.He just wanted to feel the speed, the clean city air, the green fields, and the peaceful streets.He had been born in Switzerland, and despite everything, he considered himself fortunate: he lacked nothing and could do whatever he pleased, without regrets.
His parents lived in Küsnacht, in the prestigious Goldküste, the "Golden Coast" of Zurich.The house where he grew up was a small mansion with an indoor pool and a private dock on the lake.Every weekend, they hosted lively parties with their closest friends.That mansion held the happiest memories of his childhood: running through the corridors, watching his parents openly show their love for each other.
Now, at thirty-three, Raffael still witnessed those displays without fully understanding how two people could love each other so much.He imagined that someday he would "settle down" with an omega of his own social standing—unique, perfect, and tailored for him—someone to build a future with, just like his parents had done.But that time hadn't come yet.And worse: he hadn't found a single omega truly worth it.
"Papi, Mami... I'm home. Your one and only perfect son has returned," he announced dramatically as he entered.
That day could not have been more chaotic—a black hole of emotions and irreversible visions.He knew these things happened, especially now that he lived on his own, and assumed they would happen less frequently as his parents aged.Even though his parents—a dominant alpha female and a dominant omega male—were now both in their sixties, well...
Raffael tiptoed down the hallway, assuming they'd be watching TV in their bedroom since the living room was empty.Without knocking, he flung open the door:
"AHHHHHH, A PERVERT, HELP!!!" his father screamed."MY EYES! I'M DYING!!!""Raffael?" gasped his father in confusion."GET OUT!!!" his mother shouted.
Mortified, Raffael bolted into the garden to catch his breath.He considered asking one of the maids for some bleach—or better yet, acid—to pour over his eyes.He had stumbled upon something he had hoped never to see again, something he had accidentally discovered once in his teenage years.And yet, even then, he hadn't sensed any pheromones coming from his parents...
"Ahhh... fated mates," Raffael sighed heavily.
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While Raffael struggled to erase the unexpected marks of affection he'd witnessed, elsewhere in Zurich, a different flame ignited—a passion growing steadily, consuming two bodies lost to instinct and desire.
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Somewhere else in the city, a mind felt insatiable, a heart raced uncontrollably, and nails clawed mercilessly down a bare back.The moans that should have filled the building were silenced by a firm hand pressed over a lover's lips, while the heat inside the room fogged up the windows.
"Do you like my pheromones?" he whispered.
After their encounter at Lucas' workshop, they'd decided to have dinner at home.They stopped at the supermarket to grab a few supplies.Andrea had suggested cooking something traditional from his hometown during the last few days he had left before returning to Italy.
Only a week and a couple of days remained.Andrea remembered that his rut was due in three weeks, and he hadn't yet found a steady partner to spend it with.Although he'd dated several betas, he had never spent his rut with one—usually, he'd isolate himself with an alpha for four days.It was said that betas couldn't satisfy an omega, and without an alpha, both would suffer.
Andrea recalled their shared moments and couldn't help but believe Lucas had enough stamina.That brief midday encounter had been enough to kindle hope.He remembered the warmth of Lucas' touch, his hand brushing his neck so gently.He remembered how it made him feel—whole, happy, and excited about the idea of sharing those special days with someone who wasn't just a passing lover.
With Lucas, he could envision a future.As a good writer, Andrea wove stories from a glance, creating entire lives from a single smile.Lucas made him feel complete, like he had eaten too much and yet still craved more.Above all, Lucas made him feel safe.Earlier that day, Lucas had protected him with nothing more than his presence.
"What's wrong?" Lucas asked.
"Nothing… I just love seeing you smile," Andrea replied with a tender gaze.
What more could he possibly ask for?Lucas gave him his full attention, carrying his helmet and bag without complaint, ignoring the stares of others, gently wiping away his sweat, stealing kisses, and whispering softly:
"Why are you so beautiful?"
When they reached the garage, Lucas carefully helped him off the motorcycle and tenderly removed his helmet.Andrea, despite his solid build, allowed Lucas to comb his hair back with loving fingers.They held hands, rode the elevator up, and the moment the apartment door opened, Lucas wrapped him in a tight embrace, kissing him and nuzzling his neck like a loyal dog greeting its master.
They laughed together, ordered food, and collapsed into bed, exhausted.
The next morning, the alarm rang at eleven.Andrea, who rarely slept so long, realized he had felt so at home that his body had fully relaxed.
When he opened his eyes, the bed beside him was empty.A tight knot of anxiety gripped his chest—had Lucas left without saying goodbye?He thought about calling him but hesitated, unsure if Lucas was still upset about the incident with the omega.
He got up and made his way toward the bathroom.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Lucas greeted him as he entered.
"Why didn't you go to work?" Andrea asked.
"Yesterday was too much for you. I'm staying home with you today," Lucas replied with a smile.
Without a word, Andrea threw himself into Lucas' arms, feeling the softness of his clothes, running his hands over his toned abdomen.He buried his face in Lucas' shirt, inhaling the faint scent of lavender from the fabric softener, wishing he could feel something deeper.He quickly dismissed the thought and instead showered Lucas with kisses and playful bites.
"Hey, that hurts!" Lucas laughed.
"Lucas... would you like to spend my rut with me?" Andrea asked shyly.
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GlossaryGoldküste (Golden Coast): The most exclusive lakeside areas in Zurich, famous for luxury properties and breathtaking views.
Papi and Mami: In Swiss-German (Schweizerdeutsch), it is common to affectionately refer to parents as "Papi" and "Mami."
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OMEGAS
Rut: Occurs every three months and lasts for four days.
During this time, although omegas remain fully conscious, their bodies respond instinctively with an intense need for physical contact or sexual release.
Masturbation can temporarily ease some symptoms, but since the rut lasts several days, it only serves as a short-term relief: the need for a full release remains inevitable.To manage their rut, some omegas also turn to medication or prefer to sleep through most of it, helping to reduce the intensity of their sensations.
Even with medical support or self-care strategies, if the rut is not properly resolved, omegas may experience symptoms such as fever, fatigue, irritability, headaches, and stress attacks.