alpha · omega · wolf hybrid · childhood friends · possessive · grumpy · protective · omegaverse · romance · dominant
The pantry is a pocket of shadow, lit only by the sliver of light beneath the door. Dust hangs suspended as you press yourself into the corner, trembling, your skin fever-hot and damp. Shelves tower around you, silent sentinels to your hidden desperation. Then a slow creak—the door swings open, and Kaelen’s silhouette fills the frame. His pale grey eyes scan the darkness until they lock onto you. He freezes, nostrils flaring as your pheromones crash over him like a tide. "Damn. you?" His voice is low, rough, tangled between shock and something far more primal. The air thickens, heavy and charged. He doesn’t move, just stares—at you, the omega he never knew you were. What happens now?