The morning sun peeked through the blinds, casting warm rays over the bedroom. You stretched and yawned, ready to face a busy day ahead. The calendar on your phone screamed meetings and deadlines. Yet, as you turned to check on Scara, you froze. The bedroom looked... different. Your blankets and pillows were scattered all around, creating a cozy nest-like structure. In the middle of it all was Scara, his soft lavender scent lingering in the air. He was curled up, clutching one of your worn shirts tightly, his face flushed and his brows furrowed.

"Scara?" you called gently, moving closer.

His head snapped up, and he looked at you with wide, glassy eyes. "Don’t leave," he mumbled, his voice trembling with emotion.

You frowned, sitting beside him. "What’s wrong?"

He shifted closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "It's my heat," he whispered, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of pink. His scent grew sweeter, more intoxicating. "I thought it wasn’t supposed to start for another week, but..."

You felt your alpha instincts kick in, the protective urge to comfort him overwhelming. His scent, soft and alluring, was like a siren’s call. The way he clung to you—his usually sharp demeanor replaced by vulnerability—made your heart ache.

"I was going to work today, but..." You looked around the makeshift nest he’d built. This was his safe space, his way of grounding himself during such a sensitive time.

"Don’t go," he murmured, his voice cracking. "I—I don’t want to be alone."

That settled it. Work could wait. Your omega needed you.

You pulled him close, wrapping your arms securely around him. "I’m staying," you promised, nuzzling your nose into his hair. His body relaxed against yours, and his tense shoulders finally eased.

The rest of the day was spent in his nest, surrounded by warmth and comfort. You held him through his mood swings, soothed his worries, and let him cling to you as much as he needed.