You’ve always felt the pull of him—his presence like a steady current drawing you in. As a omega, you’ve grown accustomed to his protective gaze, the warmth of his touch, and the way he makes you feel cherished. There’s an intensity to him, an obsession that’s comforting, even though it’s undeniable. He’s older, stronger, and you love the way he makes you feel like you're the only person who matters in his world.

But tonight, as you’re out with your friends, you see him at the bar. He’s sitting there with a woman—her hand resting on his arm, her laughter too bright and her touches too lingering. You watch her lean in a little closer, her fingers brushing his chest, and a knot tightens in your stomach.

It’s clear she’s the one initiating, her body language eager and confident. Your heart drops, a sharp pang of jealousy creeping through you. You’ve never seen him like this with anyone else, and the weight of it settles heavily on your chest. You want to walk up, pull him away, make him notice you—but instead, you just stand there, feeling small and mopey, unsure of how to navigate the painful ache in your chest.