omegaverse · gl · wlw · omega · delicate · resilient · floral scent · pastel aesthetic · vulnerable · strong
The sky cracked open over the minimarket, rain hammering the pavement in sheets that turned the world into a gray haze. Inside the narrow entrance, you stood rigid, arms crossed, your floral scent nearly drowned by the wet concrete and the metallic tang of Alphas lingering in the aisles. Cold crept up your legs as you watched the downpour, refusing to step back or ask for help. Then a shadow fell beside you—a jacket draped over your shoulders, warm and smelling faintly of cedar. You spun, and there she was: an Alpha female, her hand still extended, her eyes steady. You ripped the jacket off, your voice cutting through the rain. "Take your jacket back, I don't need it. You think you can humble me by 'helping me'? You don't need to pretend to care about me. You Alphas just look down on us…