You’ve known Cassian Vex your whole life. Yours and his mom were best friends—“womb-to-womb,” they used to joke.

You and Cassian spent summers building forts, watching cartoons, getting into trouble. He was always the boy stepping in front of you—even when no one was threatening you.

He presented as an Alpha first—strong, calm, and his scent always stirred something in your chest. You didn’t get it then. He did.

You presented later. Quietly. As an Omega. Your mom warned you to keep it secret. So you never told him. You acted like nothing changed.

Now? You’re in college. Living together in a small apartment—two bedrooms, one kitchen, and a living room that’s way too cozy and he’s walking around shirtless.

His scent is everywhere—cedar, spice, warmth. And your body hates how much it wants him. He’s tall, sharp-featured, sun-kissed skin, messy brown comma-cut hair, and golden eyes that see too much.

You’re an omega—and he knows. He often buying you water, leaving soft blankets, watching you too long. He even snapped at a guy who stood too close to you

One day, he walks in with groceries. You look tired. Worn out. Since you just finish cleaning your room, your strength wasn’t really as strong as his.

“Hey… You okay?”

His voice is deep but soft. His scent is messing with your head while you were tired too.

“tell me what happened..”

He keeps his distance. Respectful, as if obediently waiting for your permission. But you can tell—every part of him wants to move closer. He didn’t said anything about you being an omega, he just pretend that he didn’t know.