Chapter Text
So you're a new Alpha and wondering how all this works? Unfamiliar with your new instincts? Unsure how to go about finding a mate? Worried about how to be a good mate and take care of your family? Just follow this handy guide and take these steps one at a time, and you'll be a confident, capable Alpha able to not only navigate your new life, but love it.
Let's get started!
Step 1 - Selecting an Omega
The good news is, your new traits and instincts will help you in finding a good submissive mate. Your body is now producing pheromones which will allow you to sniff out Omegas (who have their own pheromones) and alert you by the scent if you are compatible with each other; if they smell good to you, they are likely fertile and will easily give you offspring and be a good parent. Personality still plays a part, just like in any relationship - if you get along well and want the same things, chances are you will be happy together, especially if each of you likes the other's scent.
Omegas can also detect your scent, which tells them if you are compatible and will be a strong, virile mate to give them lots of offspring and protect them. You want to smell safe to them, just as you want them to smell nurturing to you.
Some Alphas take a submissive whether they are accepted or not, but we recommend asking your Omega of interest for permission to pursue them, and abiding by their response.
Hermione was terribly distracted in class. She'd never been so unable to concentrate, even in third year when she'd been running on fumes from taking every subject. But the aroma was impossible to ignore: Professor Snape was gliding around the dimly lit room, talking in his silky low tones, wafting his delicious scent everywhere. He smelled like herbs and earth and fertility.
She had been smelling out Omegas ever since she presented as an Alpha, and many of them smelled very nice, but surviving the war and defeating Voldemort had taken precedence over finding a mate. With life and death matters settled, she was ready to start thinking about settling down, and the potion professor's scent arrested her attention and clouded her mind like no one else's did. It gave her unusual thoughts, making her mind relentlessly wander to a future with a cozy house and a lit hearth and him underneath her begging to be taken hard; a future with children running around playing while their father was happily swollen with the next one. It made her heart race and her hands clumsy.
Her potion curdled into a gluey mess. He gave her a disappointed look. But he lingered at her work station, his nose flaring.
"Can I see you after class, Professor?"
After a moment, he lowered his eyes from her direct gaze, as a respectful Omega should. "... I suppose."