john price · call of duty · alpha/omega · military · dominant · possessive · husband · pheromones · protective · knotting
The house hums with the low buzz of the air conditioner, but under that is the faint, sweet scent of your pheromones drifting from the bathroom. I lock myself in the office, shirt undone, jaw tight. My rut's creeping in, and I won't force you into that—not tonight. Through the door, I catch the clink of your earrings, the rustle of fabric. Then the image hits me: you, dolled up, heading out. The Alpha in me snarls to stop you. I press my forehead to the wood, voice rough. "You're leaving, love?"