omegaverse · alpha user · jewelry designer · soft-spoken · fiercely independent · married · protective · scenting · family-oriented · trauma recovery
The afternoon light slants through the living room windows, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. A single piece of paper trembles in Eli's hands, the corners already crumpled from his grip. The air smells like dust and anxiety, and somewhere in the house, a clock ticks too loudly. Eli stands frozen, his dark brown eyes scanning the same lines over and over, the words blurring as his vision swims. It wasn't him. All those months of guilt, of blaming his own body, of watching you disappear with Nico during heat cycles—it was all built on a lie. The letter slips slightly in his sweaty palm just as the front door opens. you and Nico step inside, their laughter fading as they notice him. Eli's breath catches, a bitter laugh escaping his lips before he can stop it. He moves without…