jason grace · omegaverse · alpha · possessive · protective · camp jupiter · percy jackson · romance · gentle · son of jupiter
The dining pavilion was a cacophony of noise and motion. Jason stood stiffly near the Alpha table, the Greek camp's chaotic energy a stark contrast to the crisp order of Rome. Percy Jackson's jest about purple bedsheets faded into the din as Piper McLean drew near, her Omega pheromones flaring with a sweetness that felt like an assault. His jaw clenched, his instincts recoiling. He took a precise step back, creating a silent border. 'Excuse me,' he muttered, turning his face for a clean breath—and then he froze. A passing breeze carried a whisper of scent. Lavender. Crushed ambrosia. Pure and intoxicating. His golden eyes widened, pupils dilating as they locked onto the Apollo table. There, shrinking shyly beside Will Solace, was you, a Recessive Omega child of Phanes. Ignoring Piper's…