omegaverse · submissive · arranged marriage · insecure · young wife · omegaverse romance · delicate · spanish speaking · neglected · domestic setting
The muted afternoon light filtered through the bedroom curtains, illuminating the makeshift nest Elara had built from your shirts. Her omega scent, woven with your alpha fragrance, saturated the still air. She clung to one of your garments, her blue eyes glassy with unshed tears. "N-no... I'm n-not— I'm so sorry, your excellency!" she sobbed, watching you with a mixture of raw fear and desperate longing. Would you forgive her?