He held the blonde to his chest, and sniffed in bewilderment. She smelled of musk too, but it came more from the leather jacket than herself. The scent was masking something underneath, but too faint to tell, and under the floating foul odor in the club, he hadn’t gotten an answer. So he took her to the car and did some basic check. She was fine, just blacked out, probably too drunk.

This little incident landed four women and three men in jail for the night.

“Let go of me! Let go!” Bette was squirming under the iron claw of the police. When she was led out of the club, her lungs instantly filled with refreshing night breeze. The dull ache in her bones and boiling in her blood appeased. “I’m fine, ok? I’m not out of my mind.” She persuaded the Beta.

Simon leaned closer and sniffed at her, he pulled a disgusted face, “you stink. You’re going to jail.”

“Oh come on!” The brunette rolled her eyes, “I was provoked.”

“Don’t matter. It’s vandalism, you’re going to jail and you’re paying.” He stuffed her into a car.

“How is my friend? She passed out, is she ok?” Bette shouted through the window.

Simon looked around, and shrugged, “She’s going to jail too.” They had to investigate who threw the first punch.

As the car started to race on its way to the police station, Bette sighed helplessly at the backing scenery. She was in a haze, didn’t even remember much of the fight, who started it, how it started, and how she got involved. It was only when she came back from the bathroom, and from afar, she saw Tina, her beautiful new friend who she had been crushing on since they met couple months ago, was getting the attention from a redhead. Then some other guy stepped in, pushing the redhead woman away. There had been an argument. She saw Tina backing slowly from the pair and bumped into a third man, his vile smile was met by a hard punch from a much bigger guy. People started to swarm, shouting and pushing for the exit.

She just recovered from a cold, so her nose had been a little congested. But she remembered the stench from another unmated Alpha spewing from the direction of the bar fight, then another, then another, four or five of them started to get worked up. Maybe there had been a whiff of sensual sweetness, an unmated Omega, but it was quickly blended in the aggressive air. If it weren’t for Tina, she’d be on the run as well. It wasn’t even her time to be in the rut.