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warnings: kind of rushed end, slightly seductive, mentions alpha/omega, heat, rut etc. unwanted attention, (kind of) fake friend.
not completly spell checked
the bigger the better was a commen phrase in this world, what people were talking about? packs of course, mate packs more specificly, how bigger the group of alpha's, the safer the omega would be, not that there were a lot of dangers for humans concidering they were standing at top of their food chain, but there were some things that could almost be deadly for omega's, one of those things happened to be heat or other kind of sicknesses.
the remedy? to say it simply, there would be needed at least four alpha's to try and get it out of the omega's system, the more alpha's, the faster and more comfterball it will go for the omega.
so that is why the bigger the better. and whilst anyone else in your social group seemed to have already found a suitable pack whilst you didn't even manage to find atleast one person to start your pack with.
this last thing being a pretty big problem as super heat and super rut was about to start in less then two weeks, were you fucked and might you get very sick and probably die lonely, probably yes, unless your bestfriends plan worked out, apparently she managed to get tickets to something called ''el classico''
she knew you do not like boxing, but according to her, the best way to find atleast one alpha to start a pack with who liked woman, it was by a woman's match.
so when the night before the match arrived, you took a flight to barcelona, staying in a hotel, close to something called: camp nou, was the fight going to happen here? that seemed rather odd, you could look at this camp nou from your window and the stadium seemed way to big to host a boxing match.
'here please wear this shirt to the match tommorow,' your bestfriend says whilst handing you a shirt with the last name putellas on it, somehow this name did something to you, it gave you a feeling of familiarity, a warm feeling, a feeling of comfort and safety. yet you could not place these feelings, they were weird, of course you had experienced all of them individually, but not all of them at the same time.
'you doing alright? your bestfriend asks, sounding genuinly concerned,'yeah it is nothing,' it did not sound believable, but even if she did not believe you she did not question you further about your well being.
the next day came rather quickly and before you knew it,you were sitting inside the big stadium, but one thing bothered you, your bestfriend had lied to you, this did not look like a boxing match at all.
'i thought we were watching a boxing match, but now you have taken me towards a football match?' your friend somewhow found a way and had the audacity to look at you like you were even more stupid then ussualy, to your defence, she did not say anything specificly.
'and i do not think your plan is working,i have not smelled my mates scent yet and i do not think they are here,' your bestfriend frowns,' i think it is best that we go ho-,' the moment you pronounce those word a mixture of all your favorite scents fill your nose, it could not be the players that had just walked onto the pitch, could it?
you look next to you, your friend looking back at you suspiciously,' you are smelling your mates scent, are you not?'it was more of a statement then a question, but you decided to still nod non the less.
she remained particulary quiet about it, mostly talking if it was to make another attempt to try and teach you the rules of this game.
then something happened, just before half- time you made eye contact with one of the players, she was a brunnet, had a lot of tiny freckels placed all over her face and it seemed like she was wearing the number twenty-two and the name battle,which you assumed was her last name.
