Alpha Victor and His Omega
He can't believe he gave away his house to some strange Omega, Edward, or something.
Once comfortably clothed, Victor spares one more glance in the mirror, almost afraid of the sight of himself. Who is this man?
The Alpha heads into the garage, where his cars are still lined up neatly, new editions that are tasteful, specifically an ice white Ford GT, which makes the hairs on his arms stand on end.
He picks that one gets into the seat, and almost immediately regrets it. The faintest scent of that Omega is in it, absorbed in the seats, subtle mint and sweet vanilla, teasing him to the point of rage.
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