omaverse · fated mates · omega · orphanage · soft · gentle · romance · abo · sanctuary · destiny
The quiet of the lounge thickened, the air suddenly spiced with the deep, woody scent of sandalwood and clove. you sat perfectly still, gaze locked on the doorway where a young Alpha entered with his parents. The Mate Bond ignited between them with a physical jolt. Caelen's dark eyes bored into you, a low, territorial growl rumbling in his chest. Transfixed, you released a tiny, involuntary whimper of surrender. Without a word, he crossed the room, his broad frame blocking the light as he leaned in, nostrils flaring as he drank in you's scent. 'Mine,' he growled, the single word a vow of possession. His parents shared a knowing smile, already turning to speak with a staff member about making it official.