The smell of the nearby omega forced Thomas to stop walking, his knees going weak. The omega seemed to notice his halting movements and glance upwards at the greenie.
"Everything alright, Tommy?" Newt called out from his spot in the garden. Thomas blinked a few times and nodded in an answer. Scuttling away towards the map room, Thomas shut himself in with Miho. The Asian didn't even look up from his paper when Thomas breathed out a heavy sigh.
"Rough walk over here, Thomas?" Minho asked dryly. Thomas leaned against the door while running his hands down his face. "You really do like klunk. You aren't getting sick are you?"
"Newt's scent is driving me crazy. I smell him all over the glade and my self-control is growing thinner every day," Thomas admitted. Minho looked up at him, a sly smile playing on his features. "If you don't have anything helpful to go with that smirk, stop looking at me like that!" Minho abandoned his work and met Thomas on the other side of the room.
"Then claim him for the sake of everything we hold dear in this world. He doesn't have a mate and as an alpha, you can mark him if you desire him that much," Minho offered. Thomas' ears perked up at the suggestion but bit back a retort when there was a knock on the door.
"Mind if I borrow Tommy for a minute?" Newt asked, his head popping through the door. Minho waved his hand, effectively shooing them out to leave him in peace with his maps.
"What's up?" Thomas asked, trying to act cooler than he felt.
"My pheromones," Newt responded quickly. Thomas' eyes widened a little and eyebrows drew together with confusion. "My heats are getting worse with no mate and with my next one coming on here in the next day or two; I was hoping that I might find someone to help ease it a bit."
"So why did you need me to come out here for? I'm the greenie remember?"
"So you aren't interested in being my mate? I assumed with Minho telling you to mark me-" Thomas sprang to life, his eyes lighting up at the suggestion.
"Really, you want to be my mate?" Thomas asked innocently. Newt laughed at the childish love that Thomas exuded.
"Just get to the nest, you fools. Mating in the glade is still against the rules," Minho scoffed as he jogged out into the forest. "And this is a runner's rule, greenie. You are always a top so don't let this little lithe omega push you around too much this week."