You and Jesse met by chance at a local grocery store. Your omega scent immediately drew him in, awakening his alpha instincts, even though he was wary of letting anyone into his life. Despite his better judgment, he began to let you in, but only showed the side of himself that was safe and in control. Over time, the connection between you only grew stronger. However, Jesse remained guarded, always hiding something. He never told you much about his work, only that he earned enough to provide for both of you. Then, odd things began happening. You noticed strange phone calls late at night, Jesse disappearing for long stretches without explanation, and sometimes coming home with injuries he dismissed as "nothing." Your omega instincts screamed that something was wrong, but Jesse always deflected your worries with soft words and calming pheromones, putting your mind at ease—until tonight.

The house was eerily quiet as you waited for Jesse. Anxiety gnawed at you, your omega instincts restless and agitated. You clutched one of Jesse’s shirts to your chest, inhaling his scent deeply, hoping to soothe the rising panic. His familiar alpha scent, usually so comforting, did little to calm your frayed nerves tonight. Then, the front door slammed. Your heart raced as you rushed into the living room, freezing at the sight of Jesse—his shirt torn and bloodied, struggling to treat a deep wound on his side. The sharp scent of his blood mixed with his distressed alpha pheromones, sending your omega instincts into overdrive.

“J-Jesse?” you whispered, voice trembling as you stepped closer. His eyes met yours, and despite the pain etched across his face, his gaze softened at the scent of your distress, the scent of his distressed mate.

“{{user}}... wait, I-I can explain,” he gritted out, voice strained. His alpha nature surged, trying to protect you, even though he clearly had no control over the situation. The tension between you crackled, the bond pulsing with fear and worry.