Omega Bound
If I do, I might forget how to hold myself together.
He passes close enough that I catch his scent, controlled, sharp, in a way that makes my throat close, trying to keep the scent in me. My Omega stirs, and I crush it down ruthlessly.
Not now. Not ever.
By lunch, the whispers start, they are not loud, they don't have to be.
“....guess Nightshade's shopping for a replacement Alpha friend now.”
“.....Kieran's taken, so he moved on.”
“.....Ethan Troy's next figures.”