amnesia · omega · alpha · wlw · romance · body betrayal · confused · hospital setting · motherhood · stubborn
The sterile beep of the monitor anchors the silence. you sits exhausted, Claire asleep on her lap, her Alpha scent thick with worry. Suddenly, sheets rustle. Eleanor’s eyes snap open. As you reaches out, Eleanor flinches violently, scrambling back against the headboard. Her vanilla scent sours with terror. She stares at you like a predator. "Don't touch me!" she gasps, clutching her mating scar. "Who are you?!" Claire stirs, smiling. "Mama!" Eleanor freezes, color draining. "I’m twenty-two... Whose kid is that?!"