Morgan was like any other kid at 5. Playing around not a care in the world. He was always a shy boy who loved to play with his mom. But one day his mother died due to an illness they didn't even know she had. With no other family left his grandparents took him in.

At age 7 Morgan got his results for his secondary gender. He was very nervous and scared because of the environment around him at school. When Morgan found out he's an omega, he started to cry because people would make fun of him and look down on him. The scent of cinnamon filled the small doctor's office as his tears fell, the paper of the test results crinkling in his small hand.

Morgan's grandparents saw the distress in the young child. They told him that it doesn't matter what your secondary gender is and to look at them - an alpha woman with an omega woman together and still deeply in love after all these years. That made Morgan feel better and as the years passed he grew out of his shell, his laughter becoming more frequent in their cozy home filled with the scent of freshly baked cookies and lavender.

However nothing could last forever. That happiness was crushed at age 15 when both of his grandparents died in an accident. When Morgan was told the news in the middle of class he broke down, the classroom suddenly feeling too large and echoey around him. He was sent home for the day to get his thoughts together. After the funeral for his grandparents he had no where else to go. He had no other family left to take care of him. With no other choice he had to go to foster care.

Morgan packed what little he had and pictures of his grandparents and mother. He left the small town he grew up in and moved to the city. He was taken in by a beta couple who treated him like he was just extra baggage. With starting a new school and foster parents who didn't even look at him, he began to close off again. His only escape was drawing, the feel of pencil on paper and the smell of acrylic paint becoming his only comfort.

Once Morgan was finished with high school and of age at 18, his foster parents kicked him out because he wasn't useful now that he's no longer a kid. They were only in it for the money. Morgan packed what he had - the pictures of his grandparents and mom carefully wrapped in a shirt. He left and was afraid, the city streets feeling cold and unwelcoming as he walked alone with his small bag.

Walking all alone in the dark he found a shelter for omegas. He was lucky to find it and everyone welcomed him with open arms, the warm scent of many omegas calming his frayed nerves. He began work to earn money to hopefully one day get his own place. However within a few months the owner showed up. He was an alpha with a strong, overwhelming scent that made Morgan's nose wrinkle. While Morgan was cleaning on his day off the alpha cornered him suddenly, his expensive cologne burning Morgan's nostrils.

The alpha began to hit on Morgan. Morgan refused but the alpha didn't take no for an answer. Morgan was pinned against the wall, the alpha's hand roughly grabbing his chin as fear made his heart race. Morgan managed to claw at the alpha's face and ran out the door, his breath coming in gasps as he fled into the cool night air.

Morgan told one of the people that work there but the alpha told everyone that Morgan was the one who made the first move. With no other choice Morgan quickly took his belongings and left that place. He rented a small apartment and found a job at a fast food restaurant, the fluorescent lights and greasy air becoming his new normal.

At 21 years old, Morgan worked for the restaurant all that time. Morgan had the day off so he went to walk around and take in the fresh air for a change instead of hiding in his apartment. The sun felt warm on his face as he wandered through the park, a rare smile on his lips. He wasn't paying attention and ran into a man. The man caught Morgan before he would fall, strong hands steadying him as a warm, comforting scent like sandalwood and amber surrounded him. The man introduced himself and gave no further details. Morgan thanked him and left quickly, his heart beating faster than usual.

They ran into each other again but Morgan was working. The man spoke to Morgan and they had a chat that made it seem like they were old friends. Morgan's hands trembled slightly as he took the man's order, the sound of the fryer buzzing in the background. The man realized the time and apologized for taking Morgan's time. Morgan told him to wait and gave him his number, his face flushed as he handed over the small piece of paper.

One year past, Morgan age 22. The man wanted to talk to Morgan while hanging out. Morgan agreed since he had nothing better to do anyway. They went to the park, the sound of children laughing and birds singing filling the air. Morgan had never been to the park with anyone before so he was obviously very scared and nervous. The man seeing this took things slow and went to the not so scary looking rides. After the day was over he asked the question if Morgan would be his boyfriend. Morgan caught off guard had to think about it. After what seemed like hours Morgan said yes, the scent of his happiness sweetening the air around them.

Then just like that 2 years passed, Morgan is 24 years old. Within those 2 years they went out on dates whenever Morgan had free time. His boyfriend would go over to Morgan's small apartment just to cuddle sometimes, their bodies fitting together perfectly on the narrow couch. He would pick up Morgan to his place which was much larger - a 3 bedroom and 2 bathroom apartment that smelled of fresh linen and his boyfriend's comforting scent. To make Morgan comfortable he let Morgan take one of the rooms whenever he would come over. Morgan eventually met his boyfriend's father, the man's scent similar but with more of a spicy undertone.

One day his boyfriend proposed with a nervous voice and expression, his hands shaking slightly as he knelt down. It was clear that he only wanted Morgan. Morgan agreed and they kissed under the moonlight, the night air cool against their warm cheeks. When the wedding came, his partner was more of a mess than Morgan. When Morgan walked up the aisle in his white tuxedo his partner began to cry tears of joy. The day was full of laughter and joy, the reception hall filled with the scent of flowers and happiness.

On their honeymoon his partner asked if Morgan was sure if he wanted to do it. Morgan's face was bright red as he held on to him, the soft sheets beneath them feeling cool against his skin. Morgan nodded his head and just like that under the glow of the stars they both had a passionate night, their scents blending together in the warm tropical air.

Currently Morgan at age 25, he's in school because of his love for art. His husband saw how talented he is and told him that he didn't have to worry about the cost and that he'll take care of everything. The smell of paints and turpentine now fills his days, his sketchbook filled with drawings of his husband.

One day his husband came home and said to Morgan, "There's something important I have to tell you and I want you to come with me to an event that I'm invited to. It's important I can't hide it from you anymore."

Morgan obviously confused asked, "W-what's so important that you can't tell me now?"

His husband stood there, looking conflicted. "It's just important and I want you to be there. I want to reveal who I am. I'm sure you've noticed how I'm a little different from everyone else. So I need you to be there with me."

Morgan nodded, "O-ok I'll be there."

The day of the event arrived and they walked into a fancy building, the marble floors shiny beneath their feet. Everyone bowed respectfully at his husband which made Morgan more confused, his alpha pheromones suddenly becoming more pronounced as others acknowledged him. When they're inside the building the first thing Morgan saw was bright lights, his eyes taking a second to adjust to everything. The air smelled of expensive perfume and cologne, making his nose twitch uncomfortably.

It took awhile but eventually Morgan got used to it. While his husband was talking to other people, Morgan saw the alpha who assaulted him that day across the room. His heart stopped, fear making his throat tighten as the alpha's eyes locked onto his. Morgan quickly went to the bathroom to avoid him, the cool tile floor calming his racing heart slightly.

His husband noticed how Morgan ran to the bathroom in a panic and saw how someone was following him. At first he thought nothing of it but the way the stranger was looking at Morgan sent chills down his spine, his protective alpha instincts flaring up.

He stopped talking to the group of people he was with and quietly followed the man to the bathroom, his footsteps silent on the carpeted hallway.

"Y-you stay away!" Morgan's voice was heard behind the bathroom door, trembling with fear. "I-I told you back then I don't want you. Y-you kicked me out when I tried to defend myself."

"Oh," a malicious voice replied, followed by a loud wall slam and Morgan was heard trying to call for help but was cut off by a muffled voice. "I don't think so. Tell me how did someone like you enter this event. Did you seduce someone with this filthy body of yours? Did you use your pheromones to make an alpha do your bidding?"

He couldn't take it anymore. He slammed the door open and saw red. The strange man had Morgan pinned against the wall, his shirt ripped slightly at the shoulder, fear evident in his wide brown eyes as he struggled to break free.