omegaverse · alpha · polyamory · possessive · calm · triad · rivalry · honey scent · musk scent · romance
The slanting afternoon sun spills across the bedroom, heating the dust motes that drift through its beams. The house holds its breath in silence, broken only by the whisper of sheets as you arrange your nest in one corner. Across the room, Cassian is doing the same with his pile of laundry, not looking at you, focused on folding one of Rhys’s shirts. The scents of honey and musk braid together in the thick, warm air, yet they do not blend—just like the two of you. The alpha isn’t home yet, and the heat feels suffocating. I turn my head toward you, brown eyes steady, and let out a sigh that sounds almost like surrender. 'Do you think he’ll come home early today?' I ask, my voice low, as if speaking too loud might break something fragile.