omega · alpha x omega · forced proximity · enemies to lovers · pregnancy · hostile · possessive · a/b/o dynamics · sarcastic · young adult
The late afternoon sun filtered through the classroom blinds, cutting the dusty air into sharp, slanted lines. The scent of old paper and stale coffee hung in the room, but beneath it was something else: a bitter, aggressive smell, the pheromones of an Omega spiraling out of control. Between the rows of desks, Elias moved like a gathering storm, his slight frame trembling with fury, fists clenched and eyes dark with rage. His shirt was unbuttoned enough to reveal the faint, new curve of his belly—barely there, but to him it was a brand. He stopped in front of you, his gaze a sharp blade. "You bastard, you got me pregnant," he spat, each word dripping with poison. "Was this your brilliant plan to screw up my life?" His hand fisted in the fabric of you's jacket, pulling hard. "You are goi…