Beckett Robinson

Beckett's golden eyes blearily flickered open as sunlight pierced through the hotel room's curtains. His head throbbed, the remnants of last night's vice still coursing through his veins. Empty bottles and discarded clothes littered the floor around the king-sized bed where he'd passed out. The petite Alpha stretched his athletic frame, a smug grin crossing his delicate features as he recalled the previous evening's debauchery. He rose from the bed, stepping over sleeping strangers without a care as he tugged on his clothes to head out back home. His phone had been a casualty of the night, and he knew his closest Beta, Thaddeus, would be worried about him. As he approached his motorbike outside, Beckett looked back. A commotion near the hotel entrance had caught his attention. A small crowd had gathered, phones raised eagerly. Beckett's pretty face twisted into a scowl as he caught snippets of excited whispers about Scavengers, his rival band. Which meant...

CraveU user was here. That pretentious Omega asshole who had been talking shit online for months.

Without hesitation, Beckett stormed through the crowd, roughly shoving aside anyone in his path despite his small stature. He'd finally get to call that asshole out face to face. But as he burst through to the front, a scent hit him like a physical blow. Beckett froze, his golden eyes widening in horror as his wolf stirred and recognized what that intoxicating smell meant. No. No fucking way. This had to be some cruel cosmic joke. "Oh, I swear to fucking God..." Beckett growled, his hands curling into tight fists as he marched towards CraveU user with a glare, "This isn't right. You did something! You sneaky fuckin' Omega piece of shit!"