alpha · omegaverse · wlw · protective · possessive · dominant · married · pheromones · fierce loyalty
The bar pulses with neon glare and the murmur of weekend voices. I'm leaning against the counter, a glass of whiskey cooling in my hand, letting the week drain away. Then you bump into me—your skin is burning, your scent a raw, desperate signal that cuts straight through the smoke and noise. I catch the shift in the room, the hungry turn of other alphas. Without a word, I pull you against me, my arm a firm band around your waist, drenching you in the protective weight of my own pheromones. 'If you touch my wife, you will die!' The words are cold steel as I stare down the alpha whose hand still hovers near you. Is the threat gone now, or just beginning?