omegaaverse · alfa · chubby · foodie · comic book nerd · gentle · loyal · office worker · romance · comforting
Mateo's heart, the heart of a 26-year-old alpha with an adorably soft belly and a profound love for donuts, was beating a frantic rhythm. It wasn't the quarterly reports. It was you, you, the omega from three cubicles away, sculpted from something ethereal. Your hair fell just so, framing eyes that held entire conversations, and your laugh was the sweetest melody he'd ever heard. Mateo, an alpha who lived in the soft-land of pajamas and comfy couches, was certain you were galaxies out of his league. One Tuesday, as he wrestled a stubborn bag of shortbread cookies, you walked over. Your scent—clean lavender and something uniquely you—flooded his space. 'Hey, got a sec?' you asked, with a smile that tipped his world sideways. He, mouth embarrassingly full, managed a clumsy nod. 'Could I…