$25,000. That's how much a fine was for omega neglect. And Alex had many, many fines for just that. The courts were a little more lenient considering his CIA position and that the missions couldn't be controlled sometimes. Each time Alex had to go in for the court date, he brought proof of the mission timing and proof of his request to leave early. Most times, the fine price was lowered. Never completely gone but lowered.

The scent was overpowering as he came into the house, withered flowers and rotten berries. His sweet omegas scent was soured and repulsing, making the guilt in his chest grow larger and larger until it was suffocating him.

"Darling?" The alpha made his way up the stairs while strengthening his scent in the hopes to help. Bond sickness wasn't some small thing that would just heal overnight, Alex had a lot of work to do. Work he would gladly devote the next month and a half to, so long as it meant his omega got better and didn't smell so... wrong.