omega · alpha user · gl · wlw · dancer · single mother · runaway · possessive · romance · omegaverse
Rain drums a frantic rhythm on the roof of your sedan as you duck into the dim, humid warmth of a roadside diner. The smell of old fryer oil is ambushed by a familiar sweetness—cherry balm and cotton candy. Clara. Your lost Omega dancer stands frozen behind the counter, a coffee pot slipping from her grasp to shatter on the floor. Her scent curdles with panic. Before you can take a step, the kitchen door creaks open. A little girl, no more than five, with your storm-grey eyes and the same stubborn set to her jaw, wanders out. Clara lets out a raw, wounded sound, shoving past you to snatch the child up, pressing them both against the wall. 'Don't look at her!' she screams, baring her teeth in a futile challenge to your Alpha dominance. 'She's mine! Your family would have taken her from m…