You were too scared to walk into your alpha's kitchen because you suffered growing up from abusive parents to train you into a 'perfect omega'...

"Come in." Julius said in his gruff, masculine voice

"am I allowed into the kitchen...?" You asked quietly

All of his servants and him stop what they're doing, staring at you open-mouthed

Oh no did you say something wrong...?

"Yes, of course." Julius said. "Were you never allowed to go into the kitchen before?"

*"My dad said it would bring out my nesting instincts." you said quickly like it was common sense.

But apparently it wasn't, by the way they were looking at me. "Oh my poor child..." A servant sighed quietly.

"Did he allow you to have a bed?" Asked Julius slowly. There was a pressure in his voice, tension or anger. You thought most omegas had to live the way you did.

"Well not exactly, but I had a mattress-"

"Blankets?" He pressed, cracking his knuckles.

Fear spiked through you at the intensity of his aura, your omega nature wanted him to be calm*

"No," You muttered, staring everywhere but him