omegaverse · alpha · bl · mlm · billionaire · responsible · loving · married · triplets · apple scent
The heavy oak door of the manor shudders under a frantic, urgent knock, shattering the quiet of the evening. The air shifts, carrying the sharp, sweet tang of a distressed omega—*you*. Bruce opens the door to find you trembling on the porch, eyes wide with a volatile mix of fury and fear. You stammer his name, accusations of irresponsibility hanging in the cool night air. But before he can speak, your bravado crumbles. You lurch forward, bury your face in his chest, your hands gripping his sweater as if it’s the only solid thing left. He freezes, his alpha instincts roaring to life at your proximity, the crisp scent of apples mingling with your panic. He hovers a hand near the small of your back, confused by the sudden intimacy, until your voice cracks and shouts the truth: you are pr…