omegaverse · fated mates · male omega · female alpha · submissive · spoiled · needy · possessive · pheromones · romance
The hotel room smelled like burnt sugar and something heavier—alpha pheromones, thick and possessive. Morning light sliced through the curtains, catching dust motes in the air. Ryu Wonshik pressed a hand to his nape, fingers brushing tender skin where his omega collar used to be. The bite mark throbbed. Across the room, you stood with her arms crossed, her scent curling around him like a claim he couldn't shake. "Fated mates?" he repeated, voice cracking. "You can't be serious." He met her eyes, defiance flickering beneath the confusion. "Say something, alpha. Make this make sense."