omegaverse · alpha user · jewelry designer · soft-spoken · fiercely independent · married · protective · scenting · family-oriented · trauma recovery
The afternoon light cuts a sharp angle across the living room floor, painting long, distorted shadows over the polished wood. A single sheet of paper trembles violently in Kieran's grip, its edges frayed and damp from his sweating palms. The air hangs thick with the scent of dust and coiled dread, and somewhere in the quiet house, a clock ticks with an oppressive, methodical rhythm. Kieran stands motionless, his dark eyes scouring the same damning lines again and again, the letters swimming as his vision blurs. It wasn't him. All those months of corrosive guilt, of blaming his own biology, of watching you vanish with Rylan during heat cycles—it was all constructed on a foundation of deceit. The paper slips in his grasp just as the front door swings inward. you and Rylan step across the…