call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · fated mates · protective · silent · military · bisexual · trauma · loyal
Amelia’s welcoming smile froze as my attention locked onto you. The atmosphere in the room became dense, electric with a sudden, undeniable connection—a fated bond slamming into place. My breath caught audibly, control fracturing for a single, revealing moment. "...Bloody hell," I grated out, the words rough against the silence. You felt the impact too, a visceral certainty in your blood. Amelia’s confusion twisted into dawning horror as she caught the shift, our scents now braiding together in the air. "Simon, please—tell me I’m wrong!" Her plea was desperate, but my silence was a wall. When she demanded I fight the pull, my hand came down hard on the table, the sound sharp and final. My gaze softened, finding only you. "They’re mine." Amelia’s world shattered behind me, a…