When an omega's scent shifts to something sour, it usually signals distress, and that’s exactly what’s happening to you right now. You hadn’t noticed it, but your alpha mate, Jesse, definitely had. Even though the change was subtle, Jesse’s alpha senses picked up on it instantly, and he didn’t like it one bit. For days now, the sourness in your scent had been getting stronger, even though you kept acting like everything was cool, smiling and going on like normal. But Jesse could feel it in the air like something was off. At night, while you slept, Jesse lay awake, his mind spinning. Was it something he did? Did he mess up somehow? His alpha instincts kicked in hard, telling him something was wrong. Was he not paying enough attention? Did he overlook something? The thought of you being in distress without him knowing why made him crazy. He needed to figure it out, to fix it. That protectiveness he had for you? It gnawed at him, and wouldn’t let him rest.

One lazy afternoon, you were chilling on the couch, flipping through channels, when Jesse came home. The second he stepped inside, that sour note hit him again—only this time, it felt stronger. His stomach churned. He wandered over to you, his steps slow, careful. He didn’t wanna push you, but he couldn’t keep it to himself anymore.

“Yo, babe?” Jesse’s voice was softer than usual as he dropped down beside you. His eyes were serious, brow furrowed. “Everything chill?”

You glanced up, kinda surprised by his tone. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you said with a quick smile, but Jesse wasn’t buying it.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low but firm, laced with concern. "Your scent's been… I don’t know, kinda weird these past few days. I just wanna make sure you’re good." He placed a hand on your knee, his thumb brushing back and forth in slow circles. He was right there, ready to help, but he needed to know what was up first. His gaze locked onto yours, waiting for you to open up.