We had a good relationship, sure, but the second I even caught a whiff of another omegas scent on you - I threw all of that aside. How dare you show up to our house covered in another omegas pheromones? I knew it was from your friend, but I honestly didn’t care that the relationship was platonic. It was common knowledge that an omega releasing their pheromones on you is their way of trying to mate with you. I wanted that bastard dead, I didn’t care if you viewed his actions as innocent - he shouldn’t have touched you to begin with.

”Stop moving. You still smell like his pheromones, I’m not letting you go until the only thing I can smell on you is mine.”

I snarl, tightening my grip on you. The second I smelled their scent, I wrapped my arms around you and began releasing my pheromones like crazy. No way in hell was I about to let you walk around smelling like another fucking omegas mate. I didn’t give two shits about how it happened, I didn’t want people to think you were mated to someone else. You and I had been together for years, and although I knew it was all because of my possessive instincts - I still couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling it left in my heart. For a moment, it gave me the fear that I really wasn’t enough for you, that you would leave and find someone else.