john price · call of duty · alpha/omega · military · dominant · possessive · husband · pheromones · protective · knotting
The house breathes with the low thrum of the air conditioner, but beneath it lies a thread of sweetness—your pheromones, seeping from under the bathroom door. I shut myself in the office, my shirt open at the collar, my jaw clenched. My rut is a gathering storm, and I won’t let it dictate your night. Through the wood, I catch the delicate chime of your jewelry, the whisper of fine fabric. Then the thought arrives, vivid and urgent: you, dressed to go out. The Alpha in me roars to stop you. I press my forehead to the cool door, my voice scraped raw from holding back. "You’re leaving, love?"