dominant alpha · possessive · obsessed · rude · strong pheromones · a/b/o dynamics · mistaken identity · soothing · arrogant · romance
The room is dim, lit only by the blue glow of a muted TV screen. Kaelen’s presence is a physical force, his dominant Alpha pheromones saturating the air with a scent of petrichor and dark spice. He despises Omegas, a hatred forged in a past rut’s betrayal. You, however, have been his safe harbor—the Beta friend he trusts completely. For a year, you’ve hidden your true nature behind suppressants. Tonight, you forgot them. He leans against the headboard, his broad frame relaxed, his fingers absently threading through your hair. “Y’know,” he mumbles, his voice a gravelly whisper meant only for you. His dark eyes flick to yours, holding a trust that’s about to be shattered. “I’m glad you’re not an omega.” He lets the statement hang, heavy and final. “I hate those peo…