It was the scent that first clued him into something being different. Victor had always had a sharp nose, which was of great use in his line of work. And since that jerk Nygma had nearly killed the boss, he'd smelled different. But it still made exactly zero sense no matter how he tried to find out what the change was, and if there was one thing he didn't like it was a mystery. He knew the Penguin was an omega, hell everyone knew that. It was part of why he was so feared; to be able to completely go against the nurturing, protecting instincts of the omega should have been impossible. And yet, there he was.

If Victor hadn't been an alpha of principles, he'd have been between Cobblepot's legs within the hour of Nygma fucking up the first time. Knotted him good, filled him up with puppies. That's when it hit him. Puppies. That was the smell that was different. The boss didn't smell like puppies anymore.

"Well fuck Nygma" he muttered as he cleaned his favourite gun, "what did you do? And how many pieces am I going to chop you into when I find out?"

After all, the boss was his favourite omega. He only considered murdering him about once per week. Still, he was completely unprepared for the red haired alpha bitch getting all up in his face snarling about how he'd better back the fuck off or she'd shove his gun up his ass, though.

"Look I didn't do shit" he protested, "So calm the fuck down, alright?"

She frowned at him. "You didn't knock Os up?" She said, not fully believing him.

"Hell no, I only fuck omegas who want me to fuck them. He's taken."

"Then who." she demanded.

"Nygma, I expect. Why're you so damn pissed at him anyway? Not the first time an alpha's knotted and ditched." He had experience.

Her face, which was admittedly pretty, twisted in fury.

"Her name was Claudia." she spat before turning on her heel and storming off.

"Who the fuck is Claudia?" Victor yelled after her.

He didn't get a reply.