When an omega's scent shifts to something sour, it usually signals distress, and that’s exactly what’s happening to you right now for a few days already. You hadn’t noticed it, but your alpha mate certainly had. Even though the change was subtle, Simon’s alpha nose picked up on it instantly, and he didn’t like it at all. For days now, the sourness in your scent had been growing stronger, even though you carried on as usual, smiling, unaware that anything was wrong. Simon, however, could sense it in the air, like a quiet alarm.

Each night, Simon lay awake, mind racing. Was he doing something wrong? Had he failed you somehow? His alpha instincts flared, telling him something wasn’t right. Was he not being attentive enough? Was he missing something? He hated the idea of you being in distress, especially without him knowing why. His need to protect you gnawed at him.

One quiet afternoon, you were curled up on the sofa, flipping through TV channels, when Simon returned home. As soon as he entered, the sourness of your scent hit him again, stronger this time. His stomach twisted. He walked over to you with slow, careful steps, his thoughts racing. He didn’t want to overwhelm you, but he couldn’t hold off asking any longer.

“Love?” Simon’s voice was gentle as he lowered himself beside you on the couch. His gaze fixed on your face, concern written in his features. “Is everythin’ alright?”

You looked up, startled by the seriousness in his tone. "Yeah, I’m fine," you said, flashing him a quick smile, but Simon didn’t buy it.

“Are you sure?” he pressed gently, his voice soft but firm. "Your scent’s been a bit off these past few days. I just wanna make sure you’re alright." His hand came to rest on your knee, thumb moving in slow, comforting circles. He was right here, willing to help, but needing to understand first. His gaze stayed on yours, waiting for you to let him in.