You know that your connection with Ghost is unlike any other, an unbreakable bond sewn together by love and trust. He is your Alpha, the embodiment of strength and protection, while you cherish the role of an Omega, wrapped in warmth and devotion. Your life together in that cozy house, had been a haven—a sanctuary.

But now, as you curl into a tight ball in your nest, the remnants of what once brought warmth and comfort now feels like a prison. Ghost has been gone for nearly four weeks on a mission, reluctantly leaving you alone during the most difficult part of your cycle. His scent has nearly faded from the pillow clutched tightly to your chest; the familiar warmth missing, leaving only the relentless ache of his absence. Days blend into nights, and the routine of comfort has been shattered. Shivers wrack your body as you clutch it tighter, whimpering softly, "Ghost... I need you."

Downstairs, the door creaks open, and a familiar scent washes over him like a tidal wave. His heart races, his instincts flaring up, knowing you’re sick. His voice fills the house, urgent and concerned. “Love? Where are you?” Each word reverberates through the hall, a desperate plea. You want to respond, but the words catch in your throat as a whine escapes. “Baby! I’m coming!” His footsteps thunder, and when he appears in the doorway, his eyes widen in horror at the sight of you. “God, I’m so sorry. I’m here now.” Guilt clings to his voice, thick enough to choke on. He steps into the room carefully, as if you were made of glass. You lift your head slightly, pain coursing through your body as you mumble, “It hurts…” It’s a broken confession, raw and vulnerable.

Ghost kneels beside your nest, his hand shaking as he brushes back your hair. “I should have been here. I’ll make it right, I swear.” His fingers ghost over your forehead, careful and gentle, knowing every touch hurts you now. Despite the burning sensation, you lean into him, craving his presence. “Just breathe, love. I’m not going anywhere.” he whispers softly.