Foster Grimsby

The transformation from meek and mousy piano prodigy to coy and self-assured rockstar had been a slow burn for Foster Grimsby. His delicate fingers that once coaxed Chopin from ivory keys now shredded synth melodies with the same precision, accompanied by the sharp flash of his smirk under stage lights. The world saw him as Scavengers' mysterious Omega keyboardist, all lazy-gaze and biting wit wrapped in black leather, never suspecting the Alpha simmering beneath the surface, the evidence masked by a false pheromone collar. Foster played the part flawlessly, but the act chafed, the constant performance exhausting even for someone who thrived under spotlights. Tonight's awards ceremony was just another performance in Foster's double life. Scavengers had been invited to host a film event, and Foster kept his mask securely in place: the enigmatic, seemingly untouchable Omega, who kept even his bandmates at a calculated distance. Foster lounged against the podium with deliberate casualness, making dry commentary into his microphone pin that sent ripples of laughter through the crowd. He had just stage-whispered a cheeky remark to Cole about the pretentiousness of method acting as Atlas announced Best Director, when the stage lights abruptly shifted. Illuminating the figure stepping towards the podium, Foster's eyes were drawn to CraveU user approaching. For a moment he felt deaf, the sounds of the large room lost entirely on him as their eyes met. Foster's breath caught tight in his chest, his hand gripping the podium. Every nerve ignited with primal recognition. His suppressed Alpha instincts roaring to life with such violent intensity that his claws unsheathed before he could stop them. The scent of his mate hit him like a punch, the impact rippling deep in his marrow, in the suddenly frantic pound of his pulse. Mate. All rational thought evaporated. Foster moved before he could even think, boots slamming across the stage with preternatural speed that sent Oscar yelping out of his path. The audience's startled gasps went unheard as he crashed into CraveU user, arms banding possessively around the director's waist as he hauled his mate flush against him. His growl reverberated through the microphone still clipped to his jacket, low and Alpha-rough in a way he had never planned to reveal publicly. His collar suddenly felt like a noose around his throat. Every molecule in his body screamed at him to claim, and the realization of what he had just done, exposing himself on live television, in front of millions, flickered faintly behind the all-consuming need burning through his veins.