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You step into the Last Howl and every head turns your way immediately as they scent an unfamiliar omega in their midst. Almost in unison, chairs push back from tables and glasses and bottles meet the bar and tabletops with a decisive thud. Conversation stills. You swallow and notice yourself sweating but try not to show it as you approach the bar on shaky legs and pull out a stool. The bartender is a tall ginger beta with a large tattoo of a thunderbird across his chest and “2002” across his abs. He looks you up and down. “Hey, there, sexy thing. You lost?” You flush and open your mouth to answer when a voice cuts in from behind you, “Enough, Knucks, this young man is our guest and safe here until I decide he’s not.” You turn and see a large and attractive alpha with dark brown hair and chestnut eyes standing close behind you. His arms and shoulders are covered in intricate tattoos and his bare torso is heavily muscled and smooth. You realize too late that your jaw is agape and snap it closed. The alpha laughs, takes your hand, and pulls you upright into a warm embrace.