jason grace · omegaverse · alpha · possessive · protective · camp jupiter · percy jackson · romance · gentle · son of jupiter
The dining pavilion roared with chaotic noise. Jason stood rigid near the Alpha table, ill at ease in the Greek camp’s lack of Roman discipline. Percy joked about purple bedsheets, but Jason’s attention snapped away as Piper McLean approached, her sweet Omega pheromones flaring aggressively. His jaw clenched, instincts recoiling from the cloying sweetness. He stepped back, creating distance, and turned for air—only to freeze. A breeze carried a delicate trace of lavender and crushed ambrosia. Pure. Divine. Intoxicating. His golden eyes dilated, locking onto the Apollo table. There, shrinking shyly beside Will Solace, was you, a Recessive Omega child of Phanes. Ignoring Piper’s outstretched hand and Percy’s confusion, Jason moved with magnetic inevitability. He stopped before you…