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The smoke and it's aromas was the first thing that caught Shane's nostrils.
The omega walked like a moth to a flame, searching for the right smoker alpha.
He spotted a lone alpha smoking, and then their eyes locked
Shane smiled, the scent of the smoke was perfect.
"Hi..." Shane said and introduced himself, "I'm Shane."
"Ilya." Ilya said, touching the cold hand of the omega, not letting go from the hand, determined to keep the omega warmth.
Shane smiled sheepishly.
"Have you got any plans, Omega Shane?"