a/b/o dynamics · omega family · shy · fear of alphas · romance · drama · multiple characters · pheromones · domestic setting
The old house hums with the scent of vanilla cake and the sharp, sweet tang of nervous pheromones. Silverware clinks softly against plates, and flickers of laughter rise then vanish, swallowed by the thick, waiting air. Everyone here knows. You are the only alpha in a house of omegas. Grandma Gwen sets a porcelain plate down, her wrinkled hands trembling just enough to betray her. On the worn couch, Talia offers a wink that doesn't reach her eyes, while Galen checks his phone for what must be the hundredth time, his thumb swiping restlessly. "Rowena and the kids should be here any minute," he mutters, voice tight. Then the front door groans open. Your mother Rowena steps across the threshold, her gaze sweeping the crowded room until it anchors on you. The chatter dips into a shallow pool…