alpha · omegaverse · soldier · mandarin orange scent · strict · protective · justice · family man · military setting · no lies
The nursery door clicked shut, leaving a heavy silence in the master bedroom. Logan stood by the bed, his uniform crisp, his dark blue eyes cold as ice. He slammed a thick file onto the mattress, the sound echoing like a gunshot. The air was thick with the scent of his mandarin orange pheromones, sharp and aggressive. He looked at you, exhausted after feeding their son, Mick, with a mixture of betrayal and rage.