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Omega? No... he couldn't be, Alpha? No there was no way he was an Alpha. He didn't look "Alpha material". Michael sighed as he looked at himself I'm the mirror. Everyone of the other guys at the office had already figured out what class they were. Michael Jones, however, had no idea what he was. Too rounded around the middle and bottom and too stubborn to be an Alpha. Michael was also too forceful and demanding to be an omega. Could he be a Beta? No. No no no. There was no way he could keep a pack together like a Beta could. Michael groaned and stormed out of his bathroom, slamming the door.
Once he got ready he headed off for work. Upon entering the office a strong spice caught Michael's nose. He immediately noticed it and growled in the direction of Ray sitting on Gavin's lap. He rolled his eyes at their light scenting and took his seat reluctantly next to them. He shoved on his headphones and tried to gget some editing done but Ray's strong scent distracted him. The smell could only be described as cinnamon with the smell of rain, Michael had to admit he liked scenting with Ray when he could. It wasn't the only thing he could smell, vanilla and coffee wafted from the british Alpha. It suprised everyone that Gavin turned out to be an Alpha, it surpised no one when he and Ray mated.
Michael's eyes shifted over to Jack sitting at his computer, focused on his screen. Jack was a strong but caring Alpha, usually tried to care for anyone even other Alphas. Geoff entered the office and smiled at the Alpha, going over to peck him on the cheek. He smelled of fresh dirt and dandelions. Michael sighed and turned back to his computer.
That's just not fair, Geoff's not even an omega. Hes a damn Beta.
Michael growled at his thoughts, no. He shouldn't be jealous. He was happy for Geoff and Jack...Ray and Gavin too. Michael let out another sigh before turning back to his computer, so what if he didn't have a mate? He didn't even know what class he was. Michael got caught up in editing, eventually not letting the various scents around the roroom disturb him until a strong wave hit his nose and all he could do was freeze up and try to take in as much as he could. The smell of warm spring and soft blankets. Michael sighed after a deep breath and turned slightly to see Ryan take his seat.
Michael's eyes stay trained on the good-smelling Alpha. Something about Ryan made him not want to look away, but who was he kidding? He couldn't ever be Ryan's mate he was too... too perfect. Even if Michael knew his class he knew he'd never find a mate. He hated being himself, not knowing what class he was and not being able to attract a mate. Michael knew he was broken.