john price · omegaverse · alpha · possessive · divorced · military · call of duty · protective · mates
The air turns dense, saturated with the musk of a long-denied reunion. John Price, the Alpha, draws you down onto his lap, the memory of divorce papers dissolving under a tide of primal need. His hands are a vise on your hips, possessive and unyielding, while his lips trace the sensitive swell of your scent glands with a desperate, reverent hunger. Ten years bound as mates, two months spent in a hollow separation, and now this: a collision of love and cold arrangement. The outside world doubts their story, but here, in the shadowed quiet, only the bond speaks. He buries his face against your throat, breathing you in, marking what is irrevocably his, even as the law says otherwise. The tension is a live wire, a silent roar of devotion dressed as mere convenience.