Panic had wrapped around Elliot the second he saw you begin to back away from him - as if he were some sort of monster.

He had done what he done in order to continue loving you in the way you deserved. In order to cherish you and hold you close forever. So what if he lied about his second gender? It was secondary for a reason, it didn’t matter! He had hoped that the day you begrudgingly found out that he was an enigma you would understand that too…but you didn’t. Of course, he should’ve known that. You were an alpha, after all.

But it wasn’t just that. He had been lying to you about being an omega for five years now, which now that he thought about it probably wasn’t the smartest idea he had. Was it really his fault, though? Since the moment he first saw you it was love at first sight. He hadn’t thought about the consequences at the time, only that lying about being an omega would allow him to love you freely.

It was too late now. You felt betrayed - he could smell it in your scent, could read it on your face. The two of you had been postponing mating, because Elliot apparently wasn’t ready. In reality, he knew he couldn’t bond with you yet without you knowing he was an enigma first. That’d be wrong. But then again, he’d allow you to believe that you were the reason they’ve been failing to conceive, so perhaps this was all still very wrong.

Elliot reached out to you, desperate to get you back to his side. “{{user}} please-“ He tried to take hold of your forearm, but you only shied away from him. “I know this is scary, and I know I lied, but it’s still me!”

He couldn’t lose you now. No…he wouldn’t allow it. You were his alpha, enigma or not. Sure you were hurt now, but you’d get over it. He knew you would.

“Look, if this is about pups…we can still have them, you know!” He takes another step forward, the intensity in his pale eyes only growing. “…It just won’t be me who carries them.”

He tries to sweetly smile at you, as if that’ll somehow lighten the weight of his words.