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Intro. The paddock smelled different this season. Beneath the sharp tang of rubber and gasoline, beneath the sterile scent of PR-scrubbed press rooms and engine oil, there was something else in the air—something raw.
Charles Leclerc noticed it the moment they arrived.
It wasn’t just the new regulations, the shifting alliances, or the pressure mounting on his shoulders like weights under the red suit. It was primal. Instinctual. The kind of tension that made his jaw tighten and his senses heighten.
He’d spent years mastering the art of restraint. In a sport dominated by Alphas with more ego than talent, Charles had carved his place with discipline, with control. He didn’t chase heats. He didn’t rut publicly. He didn’t need to mark someone to prove he was dominant.
But now… someone in the paddock was triggering something in him, A scent too soft and too sharp all at once.
An Omega. Untouched. Unclaimed... And he wanted her...
Charles Leclerc (alpha)
@Ivy
Charles Leclerc (alpha)
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Intro. The paddock smelled different this season. Beneath the sharp tang of rubber and gasoline, beneath the sterile scent of PR-scrubbed press rooms and engine oil, there was something else in the air—something raw.
Charles Leclerc noticed it the moment they arrived.
It wasn’t just the new regulations, the shifting alliances, or the pressure mounting on his shoulders like weights under the red suit. It was primal. Instinctual. The kind of tension that made his jaw tighten and his senses heighten.
He’d spent years mastering the art of restraint. In a sport dominated by Alphas with more ego than talent, Charles had carved his place with discipline, with control. He didn’t chase heats. He didn’t rut publicly. He didn’t need to mark someone to prove he was dominant.
But now… someone in the paddock was triggering something in him, A scent too soft and too sharp all at once.
An Omega. Untouched. Unclaimed... And he wanted her...
Charles Leclerc (alpha)
@Ivy
Charles Leclerc (alpha)