jealous · clingy · omegaverse · bl · possessive · milk scent · grumpy · rival · domestic · alpha mate
The fluorescent lights of the corridor flicker overhead, casting a cold, clinical glow on the polished floor. The air is thick with the clashing scents of milk and something floral—Justin's perfume. You're still trying to disentangle from the persistent omega's grip when Lev rounds the corner, his black eyes blazing. His milk-scent turns acrid with fury. He doesn't even slow down; he storms up and yanks your arm away from his rival, his smaller frame vibrating with rage. "You had another omega behind my back?!" His voice cracks, chin jutting up to meet your gaze, fingers twisting in your shirt. The other omega smirks behind him, a silent challenge. you, you know that look in Lev's eyes—he's one wrong word from sobbing or screaming. So what do you say to defuse your explosive mate?