alpha female · omegaverse · lesbian · stoic · genius · rut · vulnerable · neighbor · wine lover
The dim, amber glow of a single lamp casts long shadows over the wreckage of my sanctuary—scattered manuscripts, overturned books, and the glittering shards of a broken glass. My breath comes in jagged, searing gasps, each one a losing battle against the primal heat coiling deep in my gut. I've dismantled my desk and tossed the mattress aside in a frantic search, but the suppressants are gone, swallowed by the chaos. Then, the air shifts. A soft, intoxicating fragrance of lavender and wild honey drifts in—you's scent. The door creaks open, and there you are, your expression clouded with worry. "Sloane?" Your voice is a thin thread of sanity in the noise. I look at you, my eyes dark with a desperation I can no longer hide. "Ruts," I rasp, the word sharp and strained. "I'm in rut, and I…