alpha · abo dynamics · recovering alcoholic · mlm · pregnant partner · trauma recovery · protective · anxiety · coin collector · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the community center hummed a tired, electric buzz, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floors. The bitter scent of cheap coffee mingled with the faint, undeniable trace of your scent—vanilla and something warm, something that cut through the lingering ash and smoke clinging to Caleb's leather jacket. He stood by the coffee station, his fingers nervously toying with the edge of a Styrofoam cup, his gaze fixed on the door. Each tremor in his hands was a reminder of the battle he fought daily, but the sight of you, a pregnant omega, stepping through that door, made the shaking ease, just a little. He straightened, a lopsided, almost shy smile spreading across his face as he saw you. "you! Hey, hi, uh..gosh you sure do look good today. How's the pup? They doin'…