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Alphas love wearing socks. Theyâre naturally quite cold, so socks help keep the warmth within.
Omegas naturally will try to make their hair look a bit shaggy. Just because it makes their heads feel cooler as omegas are naturally warm
Because of Betasâ sensitivity to smell, they scrunch their noises often, especially to newer smells
Alphas are very good at climbing trees due to their need to scent above spaces
Omegas are actually the best swimmers out of the dynamics and many are inclined to water!
Betas have a knack for walking for hours and hours without needing to stop
Omegas talk with their hands a lot
Alphas nose a lot of things, even more so than Betas and their whole thing is their noses!
Alphas are natrually docile at times of rest and in this state they usually will be like a golden retriever
Pups blow their cheeks up natrually to try and appear more threatening
Betas teeth are the most sensitive and so youâll often see them taking more careful bites than the other dynamics
Omegas are more often likely to chirp and call at random things because itâs easier than talking
Alphas feet are quite heavy when they walk and many are self conscious about that
Pups whenever they rub noses with individuals (nose tapping) will often remember the distinct motion of that person. This is because of paternal/maternal bonding
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There is not discussion nor fanfiction about the negative affects of being considered the "forgettable gender" has on betas in the omegaverse. I see so many discussions on how omegas are oppressed, how they handle it, and ways they over come it, and talks about how alpha often have to deal with the constant fear and distrust they face, but what about the betas?!
Imagine having society constantly rely on you to keep things running (going off the headcannon that they don't experience heats or ruts) only to be ignored and looked over. You are never wanted by omegas or alphas and this is even worse for female betas. Male betas and alphas are always talking about omegas and giving them gifts and attention while they have to sit there and smiling. And then having to listen to omegas complain about the attention. The betas understand the issues that omegas face but at the same time they get no attention or love. Its gotta be heart breaking.
For male betas they are in constant competition with alphas even if they will never be acknowledged. Even if they manage to be really good at something, even better than alphas, it wont matter. Why are you trying so hard you're not an alpha. They are bigger, stronger, and smarter than you, just let them do it.
To be a beta is to be the some of the most important unnecessary members of society. I haven't even gotten into other popular headcanons like the low fertility. I just think there could be so much more exploration to betas, and I might just have to do it myself.
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I love the thought of if Betas are ignored in Omega Verse society, like they are easily forgotten and stuff. That they just use it to their benefit like; all top class thieves, detectives, hit men, and assassins are Betas no will notice them walking in-out. It would be hilarious to watch everyone scratch their heads in confusion of how the assassin was able to get pass security and the cameras. When in reality they walked in through the front door and just walked past everyone.
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Fish anon, I lub u.
Yes, I love this. Most of the Betas I write about are the most rational people in the stories too. Betas have instincts, pheromones, and maybe a small degree of estrus, but they aren't ruled by them necessarily. At least not every single Beta.
Either way, them being able to virtually move around in a room full of Alphas and Omegas is hilarious.
I just thought of them being at a cocktail party and stealing all the finger foods from people's plates. Everyone confused because they literally had so many quiches now there's one and a half.
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i love these so much omg
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alpha command â also referred to as the alpha voice. a deep, rumbling tone that triggers obedience & submission in those who hear it. itâs most effective on pack & those who already respect the alpha as an authority figureâbut some particularly dominating people are capable of effecting those who donât know / respect them. commands are also heightened when given after a scruff or submission bite. a command usually sound deep and rumbling; firm and commanding; or low and soothing.
beta scent-shifting â a beta is able to consciously (or unconsciously) shift their scent to mimic anotherâs. they can disguise themselves as an alpha, omega, or another betaâand even mimic a milky pup scent. this is typically used to calm packmates, and also makes them invaluable in the medical field or for calming those in a feral state. there are varying skill levels, with some being able to fool any nose, and others only able to fool those in distress / not thinking clearly.
omega suggestion â also referred to as the omega voice. it incites in people a desire to please, to protect, to make the omega happy. it can also have a relaxing effect. itâs most effective on other pack members, or those with a positive relationship with the omegaâthough some have particularly powerful voices, & can affect even those they arenât close with/who actively dislike them. the sound is generally gentle & soothing; soft & crooning; or lyrical & melodious.
[ scent-shifting as an ability for betas was inspired by a fanfic i read once~ ]
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nsfw mdni
LOSER ! tomura shigaraki hates your guts (or so he says). but you always roll your eyes when he says it because you know heâs lying
you know heâs lying because when he begs you to give him a blowjob under his desk when he plays his silly games, his moans leave behind little âfuck, i love youâs which makes you more giddy to suck him dry. and when you try to confront him about it, he scoffs and forces your head to his crotch once more.
LOSER ! tomura shigaraki loves wearing DESPICABLE (me) shirts that make you squeal in embarrassment. like you ever seen someone wearing those gosh awful hentai shirts? i hope you havenât but he lounges around in them at home and occasionally risks it and wear it under his baggy hoodie in public.
you know what also makes you squeal? when he forces you to cockwarm him when heâs on a call with his friends while playing multiplayer horror games. he isnât immune to a little scare so he flinches every once in a while that forces you to jerk on his cock. his mic is right beside your head so you have to cover your mouth with a hand to stop from making a noise. donât worry, though, he always fucks you real good if you stay silent.
LOSER ! tomura shigaraki makes you play the MOST horrifying games he can get his hands on. iâm talking ones that make you let out a blood-curdling scream.
he also asks you to watch porn with him (��âĄâŚ)! the type of videos he watches arenât like crazy but they arenât much tame either. (ex. choking kink, probs bdsm, etc.) AND LIKE I SAIDD he loves hands. especially his so he loves choking you while watching (´â˝`). ++++ quirk au⌠he scares you - in a hot way.
LOSER ! tomura shigaraki honestly does nothing all day. heâs on his ass in baggy clothing watching tv, on his phone, or playing a game!
but heâs lowkey a sex addict so his âmost productiveâ thing he does is | 1. eating your cunt. he eats it like there no tomorrow but heâs lazy and sloppy and he may or may not unintentionally edge you until youâre a mess and your soul is sucked out. | 2. watch tv while you give him a hand job. he loves seeing and feeling your hand squeeze his length, simple as that!
LOSER ! tomura shigaraki hates to admit it but he loves you in so many different ways.
of course, he loves you! but he also loves plunging his fat dick into your cunt until youâre screaming. absolutely drilling it into you with no end. but he also loves using you up to your sexual limits.
#bnha smut#mha smut#iâm not okay#shigaraki tomura smut#tomura shigaraki smut#shigaraki smut#tomura smut#tomura x reader#shigaraki x reader#smut headcanon#x reader#x reader smut#no beta we die like men
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Jason Todd can kill a man with his bare hands, but with you, they're as delicate as possible, like you're a porcelain doll, able to crack at the slightest touch. His fingers hover over your skin, a light as a feather you would think you were imagining things. He's cautious, carful, thoughtful. Everything else in his life has broke. Even him. But not you, never you. You can't. You're untouched. Perfect, never to do wrong. He worshipped you like a goddess, like you created heaven and earth. And you did.
You created his earth. His world. You were his heaven. When he died, he swore he saw you. You were his everything, his reason, his purpose, his love, his hope. He was so in love it hurt. Every look shared between you, his mind swirled with possibilities. He couldn't live if something happened to you because of him. He couldn't live without his world. It was an odd place to be stuck in. Scared of staying, scared of leaving. He kept his distance. Touches were never long. Lips ghost against yours. It's like he's never fully there. Every night, the cold side that was suppose to be his haunted you. It's hard to love a ghost. It's like being in love with a figment of your imagination. You find yourself questioning if he's even real. Every time he comes home, he proves to you that he is. That brought upon its own set of questions, heart crying out for more of what it was deprived. Were you not enough reason to stay? Were you not enough? Was he yours like you were his?
You felt like the moon, forever revolving around the Earth, compelled to, even. Always at a safe distance, longing for more. That is, until one night. He comes home, smashing his helmet to the wall. The landlord won't like that, but a problem for another day. Without thinking he crashes into your arms, head buried into your chest. The Earth crashed into the moon. Hell will follow, you both knew that. But it didn't matter. You had him. He had you. that was enough.
#storm speaks â#storm shorts âď¸#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd angst#jason todd fluff#jason todd headcanon#Jason Todd x reader#jason todd x you#red hood#red hood x reader#started as fluff then I kept going#dc x reader#dc comics#dc comics x reader#this is not edited or beta-read dont come for me đ
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horizon + animorphs dossier [ battle morph || bird of prey || personal ]
â Horizon Forbidden West PC
#horizonedits#horizonsource#animorphsedit#horizon forbidden west#animorphs#mine*gif#hfwedit#horizonedit#gamingedit#videogameedit#gamingdaily#aloy#alva#beta#drakka#erend#kotallo#nil#petra#seyka#talanah#varl#zo#anyway... uh... have some extremely NICHE and NERDY crossover#please note that these are my PERSONAL headcanons based on vibes#if you have your own please make your own gifset and don't instigate an argument in comments/reblogs/tags#been wanting to make a set like this for over a year and hfwpc mods were like 'why don't you' so i was like yeah ok#(i'm aware the chital deer for talanah is a stag but a: very limited video options and b: lol as if talanah wouldn't go ANTLERS? FUCK YEAH)#forms were chosen based on several factors#some were based on symbolism and mythology
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B33 < finalllyyyy finished my beta troll headcaon lineup!! furst things furst, my ask box is open for Beta troll + kids drawing requests!! I need to purractice drawing the sillies
alsooo feel like mentioning, these hcâs are for the early half of the game - I am gonna draw their adult + post game looks because thoseee headcanons are different
like for example!! I hc aradia gaining a lot of weight after no longer inhabiting her robo bod! Eridan being able to express their gender identity in the dream bubbles!
Tbf the art is sort of old, and I already want to update my designs but whatevs
Hcs under the cutâŚ. B33
Hereâs my personal headcanons, donât start shit, if you donât like, you can make ur own post with ur own hcs BDD
Aradia Medigo - transfem aroace spec
~ Struggles with persistent depression but is recovering slowly
~ Puts on weight after the game
~ ASD
Tavros Nitram - transmasc polysexual
~ bulks up during the game!
~ Legs are prosthetics, he still uses their chair on rougher days
~ anxiety and ptsd, struggles with unhealthy attachments (clearly)
Sollux Captor - nonbinary pan
~ Also ASD + Bipolar
~ Acne scars!!
~ Lisp is from crooked teeth
Karkat Vantas - Nonbinary he/himmer, poly with masc pref
~ Super repressed about gender during the game, Jegbert helps with coming to terms with things
~ Anger issues as a response to traumatic living conditions on alternia
~ Adult him is very fat and hairy :)
Nepeta Leijon - transmasc trixic
~ Comes out during the game
~ ASD and ADHD, cannot mask well
~ Looks tiny and weak but could bench press you (cuz its funny)
Kanaya Maryam - femby lesbian (she wears binders :o
~ total vegan till she goes rainbowdrinker
~ binds regularly, prefers a flat silhouette
~ gender + sexuality relationship is unique due to pansexual being the societies default
Terezi Pyrope - Transfem queer
~ does not shave, ever under any circumstances
~ OCD, has a lotttt of rituals
~ transed her gender pre game due to flarping
Vriska Serket - Transfem lesbian
~ ASPD, doing treatment, symptoms lesson as she gets older
~ has severe scarring on her left side, when she is younger she hides scarring via makeup and long clothes cuz teenage insecurity she grows out of
~ same as terezi, flarping helped her come out, terezi and her are very close cuz of this similarity
Equius Zahhak - Agender asexual
~ hypersexual and sex repulsed
~ ASD, also bad at masking, hence why meowrails get along so well
~ has hyperhydrosis
Gamzee Makara - nonbinary ??????
~ bpd, he tends to split on people accidentally, Karkat is his fp :)
~ disassociates often, memory is poor and has slow processing because his thoughts always feel crowding
~ his abuse of sopor pies is a coping mechanism, helps with his sensory issues
Eridan Ampora - Genderfluid pan
~ definitely was a really obnoxious femboy at one point before coming out
~ a lot of their incel-ness comes from repressing their gender
~ ASD, really bad at reading other people
Feferi Peixes - demigirl pan
~ if kanaya is alternia goth, then Fef definitely is, big into counterculture
~ ASD, hyperempath, way too good at masking except for when sheâs overtly excited
~ is a vegan, feels incredibly guilty for feeding her lusus
AnywaysâŚ. If you read all that congrats lollll
#homestuck#homestuck headcanon#homestuck hcs#aradia megido#tavros nitram#sollux captor#karkat vantas#nepeta leijon#kanaya maryam#terezi pyrope#vriska serket#equius zahhak#gamzee makara#eridan ampora#feferi peixes#tw sex mention#tw substance abuse#tw killing#homestuck fanart#beta trolls#beta troll lineup#hc lineup#homestuck trolls
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I 1000% agree that Aemond would be an amazing Alpha. I'd love a fic of him and his beloved Omega. Like meeting and claiming and heat and all sorts. Gods. It would be so good. He'd never let Aegon or Daemon near her. And Rhaenyra would want to be close to another omega because gods alphas can be a lot. And Helaena is 100% a beta. She'd be the only one that Aemond would probably let bear his omega.
OMG Yes to everything! đ
Aegon wouldn't be allowed within 15 ft of Aemond's Omega at all times and Daemon would need a escort and Aemond would have to be present. No way he would allow his Omega to be near them or any other Alpha (his father is the exception)
Rhaenyra would LOVE to have another Omega around to keep company. Surrounded by Alpha pheromones and their peacocking causes enough headaches so she would relish the change. Also it's just nice to have someone like her around to keep her sane and to probably gossip a bit đ
Helaena would also like the company. As a Beta she is often used to keep the Alphas calm so it's a nice change of pace to spend time with an Omega who doesn't expect anything from her.
(ALSO I absolutely love the idea of Helaena being a Beta. Better to calm down Alpha!Aegon đ)
Aemond definitely has his hands full keeping his Omega safe. Makes his instincts even more intense and causes him to be extremely overprotective and possessive. When she nears her Heat Aemond wouldn't even let her leave their room or allow anyone but his mother or Helaena to enter.
And when she's in Heat?? Oh boy đĽľ
Would spend a majority of the day scenting her and marking her with his own scent. Would keep her on his knot and growl at the slightest noise from their bedchamber doors. Would hand feed her and bathe her when needed just to roll around in their nest to get his scent back on her.
Would also come over her cunt and breasts. Further marking his territory.
#Aemond Targaryen#house of the dragon#aemond targaryen x reader#aemond one eye targaryen#aemond targaryen headcanons#house of the dragon headcanons#house of the Dragon x reader#alpha/beta/omega dynamics#Ewan Mitchell#ewan mitchell headcanons#ewan mitchell x reader#Aemond Targaryen smut#Ewan Mitchell smut#the void answers
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General Dynamic Aggression Headcanons
Cause I want to expand on the dynamics and their aggression- also cause my omega aggression headcanon seems to be gettin some traction lmao
Tw for violence talks, blood,,,just over all a dynamic study on aggression behaviors. So stay safe and skip if ya need!
note that these are just general statements and can differ! Itâs not isnât clear cut, but this is the general consensus in my verse!Â
Omegas: Omegas are usually seen as the most patient and compassionate out of the dynamics. They can control their annoyance and emotions much easier. However that doesnât mean they canât be aggressive or show anger. In fact, aggressive Omegas are seen as the most intimating and the ones that can do the most damage if they have the chance. Which, they usually donât, so cases of Alpha/Omega or Beta/Omega violence where the Omega is the perpetrator is taken either seriously or not seriously due to the uncommonness. But many times in those cases, while it was eventually stopped due to Betas and Alphas being generally stronger than Omegas, the Omega did do real harm before the intervention.Â
Many peopleâs perception are stuck in old ways of thinking that Omegas canât actually hurt the âhigher,â dynamics
However Omega on Omega violence while uncommon does happen and thatâs usually when the most damage is done. They can go into an all out battle of clawing, biting, stabbing, tackling, pinning and growling and wonât back down. Many compare them to rabbits due to the âfragility,â of the dynamic but also the damage that can be done if provoked enough.
Omegas teeth are the sharpest but their bite force is weak, this is because their teeth are more for stabbing a âcriticalâ spot over and over. (I got this from a old saber-tooth documentary that suggested as such and though: huh, it works)
Alphas: Unlike Omegas, Alphas are usually seen as aggressive, prideful, assertive, competitive but also at the core of it all: protective. Due to the semi- social norm of Alpha on Alpha violence it is often seen as the most violent. Though experts know theyâre actually second to Omegas. Alphas do have patience and can also hold in their emotions but Alphas know how to push other Alphas buttons which can result in a brawl. Biting, clawing, tackling and hitting is most common. Due to the semi-normalcy there is an Alpha on Alpha aggression and violence, there is an Alpha vs Alpha etiquette. This is due to having the strongest bite force and second sharpest teeth, which can cause a lot of harm. The rules are: Never claw for their scent glands If one of them is staying down for ten seconds or more, then the other is the winner. Weapons arenât allowed in a domestic/public fight, unless life is in danger Never hurt a kiddie/pup to the point of blood, exception is a nose bleed
Betas: Sadly due to biology, they are the weakest when it comes to offensive aggressiveness. They are generally the second best at patience, and just like Omegas it takes a lot for them to snap after being annoyed by someone for so long. When a Beta gets aggressive, unlike their counterparts that go offensive, they go defensive. They rely on their virtually silent feet, and their nose to weave and sneak around to land small attacks that the opponent canât see coming. This is due to fangs being the least sharp, so they have to compensate and make up for that.
You can tell there was Beta on Beta violence due to the stalking, the silence, and their over all demeanor which is seen as âcreepy.â But do not be fooled, while they are generally the weakest offensively is perfectly capable of taking down an Omega and Alpha. It just takes more work and extra calculation- which due to their ability to better distinguish instincts from feelings and logic- is usually easy for them to plan out.Â
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how do you think will be alphas and omegas noticing how pups who born from betas are mot protective with betas than omegas?
(I also imagined a alpha or omega asking and pup honesto like all kids say that they are like that because betas suffer more and talk a bit about how their mother suffer for be ignored and negcleted even in pregnancy)
They'd definitely be confused at first. By all accounts their going against what is assumed to be their natural instincts.
Their reaction to be told about the neglect would depend on the age and the individual. If the pup is on the younger side their concerns would more than likely be brushed off or be used as an excuse to call child services." They're just pups they don't really know any" or " I'm sure this is just a protective pup phase, they'll grow out of it." will be common thoughts and reactions.
The reactions will start to vary more with the older pups. Especially with the teenagers. They are even more protective than the younger ones. That's when some will get angry. They refuse to see the issues plaguing the beta population and would think that the parent is lying or forcing their child to do this. They are too old fashioned to really think much of betas. Others might start to think on the issue or want to talk to the parent directly. For many they didn't realize how much of an issue there is in the healthcare system towards betas. It would probably start some type of trend where betas can talk about their experiences. The pups would really bring out peoples true colors on their thoughts on betas.
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Iâm starting to get back in Whump again and since Betas are always on my mind itâs got me thiking. Betas in whump situations. Especially sick fics, Betas are forgotten and seen as less important in the Omega Vers so them putting everything but themselves first even when sick is sooooo good. Like imagine a Beta being sick at work like high fever sick, and theyâre just likeâ I can make it though, stop being dramatic, itâs not that badâ but sometime in the day they end up passing out somewhere where nobody can see them and they wake up and hour or so later, and no one has noticed that they where gone. Feeling worse and they really need to go home but they donât want people to think that they are doing it for attention so they stick it out for the rest of the day and just continue to feel worse and worse.
Fish anon đ
YOU ALWAYS GET ME, FISH!! BITCH!!! This is incredible. I'm such a slut for whump. At the last second, the people around the Beta noticed they were missing because everyone was so busy. They finally realize that they are fading too. They don't act immediately because the Beta is so insistent that they are fine. Even though they are clearly not.
I need a fic.
Thank you for this. Always a banger when you send me an ask.
#omegaverse#omegaverse headcanon#a/b/o verse#a/b/o headcanon#a/b/o dynamic#a/b/o verse headcanon#a/b/o#alpha#beta#omega#alpha/beta/omega#alpha/beta/omega headcanon#alpha/beta/omega verse#alpha/beta/omega verse headcanon#beta headcanon#sick beta headcanon#fish anon#Fish anon đ
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Whats up guys black history month just ended and we got... blackstuck for diner tonight
#homestuck#humanstuck#hs fandom#hs#hs fanart#homestuck headcanons#fanart#beta trolls#gamzee makara#karkat vantas#feferi peixes#eridan ampora#terezi pyrope#vriska serket#tavros nitram#nepeta leijon#equius zahhak#aradia megido#sollux captor#kanaya maryam
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#homestuck#homestuck fanart#homestuck trolls#homestuck headcanon#beta trolls#trolls redesign#aradia megido#homestuck aradia#tavros nitram#homestuck tavros#sollux captor#homestuck sollux#karkat vantas#homestuck karkat#nepeta leijon#homestuck nepeta#kanaya maryam#homestuck kanaya
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my headcanons for the humans!
in order of height they are jade, jake, roxy, john-jane, dave-rose, dirk
a few notable features-
-dave has a swirl like roxy
-dirk burns easily but has tans on his shoulders from the burns that are mostly permanent,
-janes hair mimics her symbol
-jade has white hair streaks from her dogtier
-the beta kids wear bracelets for the others in their group (daves are under his sleeve)
-dirk doesnt bind
-jade has colourful socks!
and i think the rest is sorta self explanatory :D
#art#homestuck#john egbert#june egbert#dave strider#jade harley#rose lalonde#roxy lalonde#jake english#jane crocker#dirk strider#beta kids#alpha kids#headcanons
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On the complexities of relationships and words
Summary: For two people that love to read, words seem like a complex.Â
Word Count: 13k (yeah... this is slow burn, might want to get a drink and snack)
Tags: Alhaitham x Fem!Reader, Slow Burn, Smut(r18+), NSFW, MDNI, Fluff, Angst kind heavy?, Modern AU, Omegaverse AU, A/B/O relationships, slow fic, marriage, arranged pairing, dubcon, themes about not liking yourself, TW:Â gender dysphoria (you donât like your secondary gender), TW: Very vague and brief mentions to possible past domestic trauma, Jealous!alhaitham, slight yandere!alhaitham, mutual pining, miscommunication, breeding, biting, ruts, Alpha!alhaitham, Beta!reader. You agreed to the pairing due to tax benefits. A lot of references to literature.Â
Authors note: This is my first attempt at slow burn and yeah... I got carried away. I want to explore how slow alhaitham would open up and how love can come from the mind instead of the heart. Enjoy.
Side Note: here is a little dabbleÂ
Love, an emotion that sets the heart on fire. An all-consuming emotion that feels as if one was falling off a cliff while also being embraced tight by the treads of fate. The emotion thatâs only separated by a thin line from madness. Or at least, that is how itâs been described to you through books and movies.Â
With love being the inspiration for so many poets, artists, and heroes throughout all of history, it comes as no surprise that you found yourself curious about it. It started out innocently, you would listen to the latest romantic ballads from the wandering travelers along the streets of Sumeru. In the nation of wisdom, books were plentiful yet you found your teenage self buying certain novels from Inazuma. Then came the films from Fontaine which youâd spend a weekâs worth of pocket money on.Â
What first began from your childish curiosity became a hidden infatuation. You wanted to feel those emotions described in those songs, books, and movies. So you began your journey to seek it out. Your first relationship filled you with a certain rush, an excitement to finally experience a scene from those novels you loved⌠but you were only left with disappointment.Â
Kisses felt bland, holding hands felt awkward after too long, and eye contact uncomfortable. There were no lingering thoughts that kept you up at night, no pink haze of pinning, nor a spark that set your chest ablaze. The breakup didnât come as a surprise, and even so, it didnât leave you with those gut-wrenching heartbroken sobs into the pillow as youâve seen in the movies. Just disappointment.Â
Perhaps it's because you were basing your expectations on relationships you can never experience. Those songs, those books, those movies? They were all about the bond felt between Alphas and Omegas.Â
The maddening ruts and needy heat that left your cheeks flushed when you read about them. The touching gestures of scenting, the descriptions of the additive aroma of their beloved, their fated mate. The marking that proclaimed to the world their undying love. Youâll never experience that⌠since youâve presented as a Beta.Â
The worker ants of society, the largest class sandwiched between Alphas and Omegas, the extras in their movies. The category of society that can neither produce nor reciprocate pheromones, the population that lived in mediocrity in the eyes of romantics.Â
Of course, love was possible for Betas, after all in a population that makes up the majority, there will always be the few that find âtrue loveâ. But thatâs an advanced scholarly topic up for debate, with the societal consensus being that itâs the lowest tier of love. All pairings with Betas belonged in this tier.Â
Alpha-Alpha, Omega-Omega, and at the very top of the tier list of âtrue loveâ was the Alpha-Omega pairing. After all, love scientifically is created by chemical bonds in the brain with oxytocin, the love hormone. Pheromones kicked the production of oxytocin into overdrive, creating an addiction that makes a person long for their lovers every hour of the day. The chemicals that create the fire of romance you once wished upon shooting stars for.Â
Thankfully with time, as you matured into an adult you resigned yourself to your fate. You found solstice in your one advantage as a Beta over any Alpha or Omega: True independence. Free from the chains that are primal desires brought on by pheromones, your head was clear, decisions not dependent on the fever that was love.Â
You had given up on searching for love, hey, if you set the bar on the ground then there was less risk of being let down. So thatâs why you agreed to your parentsâ suggestion of an arranged pairing. To be matched to a life partner by a matchmaker.
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âEh? Isnât that practice kinda outdated?â Dehya questioned.Â
âDonât the city folk use the akasha system, using genetics for compatibility or something?â Your Alpha friend carefully tucked away her compact mirror.Â
âActually, I think thatâs really romantic! The traditional way matches you by personality and lifestyle compatibility.â Nilou grasped your hands, wishing you luck.Â
âI agree, old fashioned doesnât mean it's ineffective. Itâs still very much practiced in Aaru Village.â Candace sent a slight side-eye to your other Alpha friend across the table.Â
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Perhaps your Alpha and Omega friends were trying to cheer you on, but frankly, they didnât need to. The next day when you met with the older woman, you went through the process with a sense of boredom. When answering the matchmaker's question, you stated you just wanted a life partner that was honest, loyal, and respected your individuality.Â
Next, the matchmaker asked about your interests, you recalled all the literature you used to consume during your obsession with love, and embarrassed by your fruitless past endeavors you answered books. Â
âWhat kind of life do you seek, my dear?â Her wrinkly hands intertwined as she leaned on the table.Â
âA peaceful, quiet life.âÂ
And that was it. She wrote down your responses with a bejeweled quill pen, handwriting beautiful and neat as if she were penning down a poem for you. You were free to go home. Walking down the streets of Sumeru, the dusk birds singing to their lovers, you didnât even wonder about the Beta she was going to pair you with. You had a full day of work tomorrow, what you really wanted was a full night's rest.Â
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So a month later, you couldnât hide the bewilderment on your face as you stood in front of a tall Alpha, the partner the matchmaker had deemed a good fit. From his piercing teal orange eyes to his sliver hair to his towering physique, everything about him was the picture-perfect definition of an Alpha.Â
âAlhaithamâ was his name, and you must admit it fit him quite well. His face remained unchanged even after his mesmerizing eyes passed over your form quickly. You couldnât read the lack of expression on his face, was it disinterest? Indifference? Boredom?Â
A part of you wanted to take your parents to the side and whisper in their ears that the matchmaker was a quack. Who in their right mind matches an Alpha with a Beta? Before you could do so, the matchmaker lead your parents out of the room, giving the two of you some privacy to get acclimated. A heavy silence hung in the air as your bodies stood a respectable distance apart, deciding to break the silence you first stated the obvious.Â
âIâm not an Omega.âÂ
âIâm aware.â His deep voice sent a small shiver down your spine. Even his voice was beautiful.Â
âI donât have any pheromone, meaning I canât bond.â You glanced up at him.Â
âI never listed it as a requirement.âÂ
His answers only seemed to confuse you further, perhaps he didnât think this through all the way. Sure, the matchmaker revealed that both of you wanted peaceful lives, liked books, and believed firmly in oneâs individuality. But there was a massive sumpter beast in the room as the saying goes.Â
âArenât you worried about⌠that time of the yearâŚâ Â
For the first time, his eyes met yours, you quickly shifted your eyes away.Â
âAre you referring to ruts? Medicine has advanced quite a bit, there are now inhibitors that can regulate pheromones and ruts. Not that you would know, of course.â He huffed out.Â
You couldnât stop your eyebrow from twitching in annoyance. Ah, heâs also got that Alpha ego. You were still confused, from the look on your face he quickly deduced it as well.Â
âI dislike disruptions to my life. Primal desires are just disruptions. To put it bluntly, you as a Beta donât release pheromones nor go into bouts of unsuppressed lust. Significantly reducing the risk of interrupting my time. You value individuality and are very independent, youâre very unlikely to bother me with trivial matters. All these factors add up to a peaceful, quiet life. Simple isnât it?âÂ
When he laid out all the reasons so clearly on the table, itâs hard to not note the truth, Alhaitham is a weird Alpha. Perhaps thatâs why his grandmother enlisted the help of a matchmaker in her will.Â
After that day, you took home a folder full of documentation on him. Under the golden light of your desk lamp, you sorted through the information in front of you. He had no criminal record, he owns his own house close to the city, and he held a stable job with a very attractive salary.Â
You ponder the decision for about a week, weighing the pros and cons. Marriages in Sumeru are often encouraged with sizable tax deductions, more money in your own pocket. Employees with spouses have an easier time requesting paid time off, more money in your pocket and less work. He lacked any familial attachments, meaning no in-laws to deal with. One extra point for being very easy on the eyes too.Â
You ultimately signed your name on the marriage documents at the city hall, right next to his emulate penmanship. Right there under the fluorescent lights of the government office, the two of you recited your vows. The only other people in the room were your parents and the clerk filing the paperwork.
Within the next few months, youâve carried the boxes filled with your belongings from your cramped apartment into his spacious house. Your old light novels and romantic collection of poems are now placed on a bookshelf adjacent to his. Bright and artistic covers contrasting against bland academic journals. Of course, there was no honeymoon, no break from your regular work schedules. There was no reason to.Â
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In the first year of your marriage, you viewed him with suspicious eyes. You valued loyalty in a life partner and even though he stated he dislike pheromones and primal urges, he was still an Alpha with such natural responses. Yet, you observed that he came home every day at 5:30 pm on the dot, not a single hair out of place nor a single crease on the collar of his button-downs.Â
You found him to be a decent housemate, calm, quiet, and respectful of your space. Chores were divided equally between the two of you, making the shared living space organized and dust free. Of course, he was only human thus he also had some flaws.Â
Sometimes your foot would knock against a stack of books he had left on the floor near the numerous bookshelves throughout the house. Or how you noticed your shampoo and conditioner bottles emptying at an alarming rate, does he not know how expensive haircare is?Â
Alhaitham deemed you a good fit for a life partner. You werenât disruptive nor dependent on him in any aspect. You spent your own money responsibly, a diligent person who followed a set work routine without needing any reminders.Â
You would alternate responsibilities for dinner, but he found your food more flavorful. You threw together ingredients with no regard for measurements, only going off what felt right, compared to his style of calculating the precise amount a âpinchâ was.Â
Of course, itâs expected that youâve got some quirks that made him tsk internally. It was small insignificant things. Like how sometimes he would find strands of your hair left in the shower drain. Or how you often tuck his books back into the nearest shelf, not caring about if the genres matched or not.Â
âI commend your artistry. However, a mural made from your hair on the shower wall is unnecessary.âÂ
âYouâve got shorter hair than me, how are you using double the product?â       Â
âItâs all due to your perception, Iâm not using any more product than you.â
âOh?~ Then I guess the hair on the wall is all just your perception too.â
When living with another person there will always be bumps that needed to be smoothed out. But overall, life was peaceful and quiet just how the two of you liked it.Â
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Alhaitham was Alhaitham, and you were you. Two independent individuals only connected by paper and law. Perhaps the only couple-like aspect of your relationship was sharing the same bed. Of course, this was done only out of necessity.Â
The only other room in the house with a bed was the guest room, even so, there was still an imbalance. The mattress was much smaller and firm when compared to the grand bed in the master bedroom.Â
He didnât snore and neither did you, you didnât toss and turn in your sleep and neither did he. With two separate blankets, he deemed that sharing a bed with you wouldnât cause any disturbance to his sleep. You two had more than enough money to afford another bed, but just the thought of rearranging the furniture to accommodate it was too bothersome for the both of you. There was more than enough room on the bed for two bodies to sleep without ever touching.Â
No loud passionate fights nor lingering glances and maddening touches. Just the calm lull of normalcy. But you were satisfied.Â
By your second year with him, youâve gotten acquainted with the nuances in his manner of speech. In particular, his sarcastic quips that youâd return with vivacity.Â
âMmm, I appreciate the attempt. But Iâd rather my books be sorted by subject rather than by instinct.âÂ
âThereâs faster ways to collect my life insurance than by getting me to trip over a book, Haitham.âÂ
During this year, the two of you also began to use more familiar terms to address each other. Instead of your name, heâd simply call you wife, and you shortened his name. Husband and âHaithamâ had the same amount of letters anyways.Â
When the date of your courthouse wedding came around, nothing happened.Â
No flowers, no shiny gifts of jewels, not even a sweet dessert. After all, he found it silly to spend so much effort on a singular day instead of placing that enthusiasm into every regular day of life.
Birthdays shared the same sentiment, youâd be invited out by your group of friends to a celebration planned by Nilou, while Alhaitham would stay at home with his books.Â
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âHappy birthday.â You placed a cup of freshly brewed coffee down in front of him.Â
âThank you.â Besides your statement, there was nothing out of the ordinary.Â
âHopefully Iâm one year closer to collecting your pension.âÂ
  Alhaitham has to admit he does enjoy your sardonic humor, but youâd never be able to tell just by looking at him. He took a sip of his coffee, by year two you finally learned how not to scald the coffee grounds when doing a pour-over.
Life continued on, and the two of you were still like parallel lines traveling in the same direction side by side and separately.Â
Itâs now the third year of your marriage. You were currently busy in the kitchen, Alhaitham had just informed you earlier thereâd be guests coming over tonight. Fortunately, itâs a Friday which meant you had a half day at work. Quickly purchasing ingredients from street vendors on your way back.Â
He never had any guests over before, so you assumed that these guests must be important people from work.Â
You even made sure not to use spices that were too fragrant, just in case any of the guests were extremely sensitive to smells, as Alhaitham had informed you they were all Alphas. Tachin was a rather simple but delicious dish to make. You also picked fresh ingredients that would make a very quick and satisfying salad.Â
Your husband didnât particularly like soup, but he doesnât have the right to be picky when youâre the one rushing to cook enough food for five people, so minty bean soup will be on the table. He had a collection of wines in a separate room, youâll leave the wine selection up to him.Â
Just as you finished setting the plates and dishes on the table the chime of the doorbell went off. Wiping off your hands and taking off your apron, doing a quick once-over in the hallway mirror before answering the door.Â
âO-oh⌠Youâre a⌠BetaâŚâÂ
The blond Alpha in front of you had a look of bewilderment across his handsome features. Rudy eyes peering down at you in astonishment as you maintained a polite face.Â
âOof-âÂ
An elbow was jabbed into the blondâs side as a shorter dark-haired man signaled for him to shut up.Â
âThank you for having us over for dinner.â His friendly face gave you a smile.Â
âWelcome.â You invited all the men in.Â
  The bewildered blond at the doorâs name was Kaveh, the dark-haired man was Tighnari, and the white-haired man with the intense gaze was Cyno.Â
You familiarized yourself with their names, and from time to time you felt their eyes passing glances over at you as they made small talk. Alhaitham was currently picking out a few bottles of wine.Â
âSo, youâre actually his wife⌠Ah! Of course, itâs no fault of yours. Iâm just shocked heâs actually married, I thought he was bluffing when he said he had a wife. There were no signs⌠Ugh! Great, I owe drinks now.â Kaveh sighed, face in his hands.Â
âAlhaitham doesnât want others knowing too much about him. But the proof is right in front of our eyes.â Cyno leaned his elbows on the table.Â
Ah, it makes sense that people at his work wouldnât know about you. There werenât even rings to distinguish the relationship. Usually, relationships nowadays were sensed through the presence of pheromones on the bodies of lovers. However, you were a Beta with no pheromones to cling onto his person. Thereâs not the slightest chance he ever talked about you. The two of you were also never seen in public together, so in the eyes of many Alhaitham is still a bachelor. There was a slight churn in your stomach, was the soup upsetting it?
âGossiping about me while sitting in my house and right in front of my wife?âÂ
Alhaithamâs deep voice mysteriously made the knot in your stomach go away, or maybe it was the way he referred to you, âmy wifeâ. He placed the bottles of wine and glasses on the table.Â
âItâs nothing major. Weâre just surprised someone is willing enough to stand your arrogance.â Kaveh crossed his arms.Â
âUnwed people should not have any comments on otherâs relationships.âÂ
âHey! Why you-â
âHuhâŚâ You pondered out loud.Â
The attention of the men in the room was all on you now.Â
âOh, pardon my interruption. I guess Iâm just in awe that my husband has friends.âÂ
In an instant laughter ripped through the air.Â
âBwahahaha! Alhaitham, I like your wife already! Ahahaha!â Kaveh was laughing so hard tears were forming in his eyes.Â
Tighnari had one hand gripping the table and the other covering his mouth as he tried desperately to suppress his snickers, ultimately unsuccessfully. Â
âWell, Iâm not sure if friends is the âcorrectâ term.â Cynoâs voice was steady, but you could see the small shakes of his shoulders.Â
âIâm beginning to wonder if inviting guests to the house was the right decision.âÂ
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Still, the dinner continued and the drinks started to pour. After your statement from earlier, the atmosphere at the table became more lighthearted aided by the help of alcohol.Â
âSo, whatâs the occasion?â You asked as you took a sip out of your glass.Â
âHuh? Alhaitham! How did you not tell your wife about your promotion?â Kaveh nearly spat out his wine.Â
 âThereâs no reason to dampen her mood with bad tidings.âÂ
âBad?!-â You wondered if the blondâs voice could shatter the glass in your hands.Â
âKeeping your cards close to your chest, even from your wife.â Cyno side-eyed your husband.Â
âNot at all. Not that the unwed head lawyer would need to know.âÂ
âTsk.â The tan Alpha crossed his arms.Â
âNow, now just because he didnât tell his wife doesnât mean Alhaithamâs a bad husband.â Tighnari tried to dispel the tension while also landing a subtle jab.Â
âMmm, congratulations, Haitham.â You swirled your wine.Â
âThank you.â Your husband replied.Â
The three Alphas looked at each other, eyes sending silent messages. They must find your marriage to the ashen-hair Alpha strange. Alpha-Beta pairings were already against convention, but it seems like the two of you matched each other's pace. Two weird people found each other.Â
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After dinner was finished and you bid goodbye to the guests at the front door.Â
âBe grateful you stone-faced brat⌠Your wifeâs got... too good to be stuck with your staleâŚâÂ
The two shorter men carrying the blabbering blond off your front steps.Â
âHeâs quite the lightweight.â You briefly mentioned while over the sink.
 âIâm just grateful thereâs still wine left. Go rest, Iâll get the dishes.â His larger frame takes up the space at the sink, silently encouraging you to move away.Â
So you left clean-up duty to him, a fair trade for making you cook a feast so out of the blue. As you stood under the warm water pouring over your body in the shower, your mind began to replay the conversations over dinner. They made you realize just how little you actually knew about your own husband despite living under the same roof for three going on four years now.Â
Once he stepped foot outside of your shared space he was practically a stranger. What was his job like? Who were his friends? What were his favorite places? Hell, even in your house, he was still a stranger. What books is he reading now? When does he find time to work out? What does he do when you leave the house? This realization made you shiver, as you turned the knob to increase the temperature of the water.
 It wouldnât hurt to try and get to know him a little better.Â
One Sunday morning, you walked into the living room greeted by the sight of him reading one of your old light novels. Seeing his large hand hold the bright book, decorated with a pair of lovers embracing, while his eyes studied the text like his academic papers was almost comical⌠If only you didnât wish to sink through the floor in humiliation. He mustâve lost interest in his own books, or maybe heâd gone through his whole collection.Â
Either way, to prevent such an occurrence from happening again, you began to pick up some books for your husband on your way home.Â
âMetaphysicsâ, âEpistemologyâ, âQuantum Mechanicsâ: those seemed like topics thatâd interest him, you reasoned as you stood in line to purchase them. Your eyes caught sight of a certain book, âle rouge et le noirâ, on a whim you decided to add it to the stack of heavy books. Not for your husband, but rather for yourself.Â
That night you handed the books over to him as he was about to go to his favorite reading spot on the couch.Â
âWhatâs this for?â He stared at the stack of thick books in your hands.Â
âJust passed by a bookstore and figured you might need something new to read.â You gestured for him to take them.Â
âYou didnât have to go out of your way to gift this to me. Thank you, I shall read them.â His low voice indifferent as always, finally taking the weight out of your hands.Â
You proceeded to move over to the smaller sofa in the living room and plopped down. Pulling out the book you had purchased earlier, you glanced up at him eyes questioning why he was staring. Alhaitham cracked open one of the academic journals you gifted him and averted his teal gaze.Â
This was a break from your normal routine, but you felt like itâd be a nice change to get back into reading. It also gives you the opportunity to learn more about Alhaitham by spending more time in his presence. But more importantly, it would allow you to keep an eye on your husband to ensure he doesnât go snooping through your bookshelf again. Maybe you should just donate them, but no library in Sumeru would ever accept them.
Soon that break from routine became the norm. Every night after the kitchen table was cleared, dishes cleaned, and bodies freshly towel dried you and Alhaitham will sit adjacent to each other enjoying quiet reading time. The soft light from the tall floor lamps and soft flicks of turning pages adding to the ambiance of the room.Â
From time to time, you can hear the sound of him writing some sentences down on a notepad. So he likes to take notes on the books he reads. You learned something new.Â
Another new fact you gained from your observations of your husband was that he reads fast, really fast. He had already finished all three books before you were even halfway done with yours. You had to act fast lest his teal eyes begin to wander towards your bookshelf again. So, you found yourself back at the bookstore once more. Picking up any thick academic journals on topics ranging from ancient ruins to the newest peer-reviewed breakthroughs.
Maybe you should also pick up some notepads and sticky notes, you saw how thin the pad had gotten last night. It just so happened that the romance section was right by the shelves of stationeries. The book from Fontaine you had bought on a whim was in your opinion more psychological than romantic. However, the romantic elements present seems to have reignited your interest in the romance genre.Â
Oh well, you were grown enough now to not be so easily swooned by poetic descriptions of love. You picked the first book whose description piqued your interest and added it to the basket.Â
One of the first lessons taught to the children of Sumeru was to be cautious when putting out campfires. If not killed correctly, the unseen smoke can make fallen leaves catch fire. A small flame grows into a hellish blaze that consumes whole acres of forest.Â
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   âThank you very much. Again, this isnât necessary.â Alhaitham still took the books out of your hands.Â
The small notepad on top of the stack caught his attention, his teal eyes looked into yours with a questioning glance.Â
âYour notepadâs running out, and there was a sale.âÂ
âI see.âÂ
From time to time during your quiet reading session, you would glance up, a part of you hoping to see Alhaitham use the new stationery youâve just bought him. A frown tugged at your lips when you saw he had set it to the side in favor of his old, thinning notepad. Maybe the color isnât to his liking.Â
You continue to buy stationeries for him. Any fancy notepads or post-its that caught your eye at a store, every time you give them to him, he would thank you. Then proceed to never use them. Perhaps, the ones you got were too fancy? He seemed to like simple and practical items. Next time you got plainer ones, just simple squares of plain paper, he still left them untouched.Â
Maybe, you needed to find higher-quality ones. But if he didnât like them then why does he keep accepting them? Should you try your luck with pens instead, he does go through quite a few. Ah, the sentiment from the very first time you met him still rang true to this day. Alhaitham is a weird Alpha.Â
He was an enigma to you.Â
You were an enigma to him.Â
Alhaitham wasnât sure when it started, but his mind grew curious about you. Perhaps itâs because he read through his collection of books, or maybe because things at work have been dull lately. Thus, he deduced it was only logical that you started to pique this interest in a bored mind. You lived in the same house and slept in the same bed. With you constantly being in close proximity, of course, he will want to learn more about you after more than three years together.Â
One of the best ways to start studying you would be to start with your bookshelf. Alhaitham vaguely remembers you saying that you were interested in books, yet in all these years in the same space he hasnât ever seen you touch your own shelf. What a pity, he couldâve used the extra space for his own books. Running a finger along the row of books, stopping on a random one he made his decision.Â
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Your taste in literature is, how should he put it, very different from his own preferences. The descriptions of the actions taken by the Alpha main character and his Omega lover were idiotic, to say the least. The lengthy declarations of the love and affection they held for each other, and the sentences riddled with exaggerations and rhetoric. The romance between the characters was the priority of the novel, thus the plot suffered greatly from it.Â
In his opinion, the book was a mess. Yet, he didnât once feel as if he had wasted his time. Alhaitham discovered a new side to you, is this the type of novel that interests you even as a Beta? The soft taps of your feet suddenly paused as it rounded the corner into the living room. Alhaitham looked up to see a tense look on your face as you stared at the novel currently in his hands.Â
No words were exchanged between the two of you as you continued to stare, looking at the book then back at him. It was only for a minute at most, yet it felt a lot longer before you turned on your heels without so much as a word. It was brief, but Alhaitham thinks he saw the tips of your ears flush. Oh, did he stumble upon a guilty pleasure of yours?Â
His actions must have been the cause of this deviation from routine, Alhaitham concluded while staring at the stack of books presented to him. Even on birthdays and holidays, gifts werenât regularly exchanged between the two of you, so this was certainly a surprise. You were looking at him with eyes urging him to take the heavy books from your hands. He couldnât refuse the offer.Â
What came next was even more of a surprise, you sat on the usually empty sofa and pulled out a book of your own. The cover was different from the ones lining your bookshelf, the colors were much simpler, he also notes that the book comes from Fontaine. You were quiet and focused on your own novel, it didnât cause any disruptions to his sacred reading time so he didnât say anything about it.Â
Soon your curled form on the sofa became a regular sight to see. Every now and then youâd readjust your position, trying to find a comfortable way to hold your book while also relaxing. Alhaitham subconsciously scribbles down brief notes on the book he holds in his other hand. Yet this time when he looked down, he had recorded this small detail about you on the paper. He felt your eyes glancing over as he swiftly crossed out what he had just written.Â
A few days later you gifted him more books along with a new notepad. Now there's an unequal exchange happening. You have now gifted him many items, and he has yet to give you anything in return besides a simple âthanksâ. What should he give you? Alhaitham pondered the question for a bit.Â
He realizes that he doesnât have a firm grasp on your likes and dislikes. Should he try books? No, heâs not familiar enough with your taste in literature to confidently gift a book youâd enjoy. If there was something that you liked, youâd just buy it right then and there with no hesitation with your own money. He thought about it a bit longer.Â
When you came home from a particularly tiring day of work youâd often have a small take-out bag in your hands. The frown on your face would melt away the moment you pulled the padisarah pudding from the bag. Alhaitham opened his eyes, he has found the gift to give you. But from which cafe did you get that dessert?Â
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âOh?â You looked at the padisarah pudding currently on the kitchen table.Â
âItâs for you.â Alhaitham didnât look up from his book.Â
âThank you. Actually, I have something for you as well.â You began to dig through your bag.Â
Alhaitham glanced up to see you present him a new notepad and a stack of stick notes, the green paper embossed with gold detailing. He hasnât even touched the first notepad you had gifted with a pen, and here you were giving him another. Now the current gift balance is even more off.Â
You took your first spoonful of the pudding, his teal eyes secretly peeking at your expression as you processed the flavor. You furrowed your brow slightly holding the spoon in your mouth, then shrugged your shoulder as you took another bite. Your face didnât light up like when you ate the ones you bought.Â
Tsk, this means Alhaitham bought it from the wrong store. He knows he could simply just ask you which place made your favorite pudding. However, he finds the opportunity for experimentation in front of him more interesting. He wonders what faces youâll give for each variation of the dessert.Â
He gained more knowledge about you, you have a sweet tooth. He already guessed from your fondness for a certain dessert, but those were a treat for once in a while. You liked fruits, often snacking on them when you were bored on your phone, or as a late-night snack when reading.Â
âMmmh.â You looked down at the zaytun peach in your hand.Â
âIs something the matter?â He asked, placing his cup of coffee down.Â
âWhich vendor did you get this peach from?â You looked over at him.Â
âWhy? Is there something wrong with the quality?â
âNo, I like it. Itâs got the right amount of firmness and sweetness.â You took another bite.Â
Alhaitham made sure to only get zaytun peaches from that specific vendor.Â
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Currently, the head secretary was facing a small dilemma. On his desk he has amassed quite a collection of stationeries. All in part thanks to you, he took some of the notepads and sticky notes to his office, your gifting habits slowed when it looked like he was using them. The ashen-haired man could not pinpoint where this sudden obsession of giving him stationeries came from.Â
Although, he has to admit it is quite amusing to watch the expression on your face as you watched his every time you handed over a new office item. It reminds him of a cat presenting its owner with shiny objects it had found, waiting for its human to react. But the current gift exchange ratio is still off.Â
  His teal eyes scanned the report that had been placed on his desk earlier in the morning, there were a lot of important details between the lines on the pages. He should list down the details on a note before passing it on to the CEO. A hand reached towards the pile of post-its on his desk, courtesy of you, before it stopped.Â
âIt would be too much of a waste to use good quality paper for such a tedious task.â He reasons as he used one of the subpar post-its provided by the office.Â
Dropping the report off at the CEOâs desk before he headed out for his lunch break. Walking to his favorite cafe, a familiar flash of color caught his eyes, a florist was selling potted pardisarahs. You did always seem to admire the colorful flowers that decorated the top of the dessert.Â
He stood there on the street contemplating the plant. Padisarahs are fickle flowers, needing a specific blend of soil and precisely measured amounts of water. Too much sun and the fragile petals will burn, too little and the vibrancy of its leaves fade. He concluded that he didnât want to bestow such a hassle on you.Â
Returning from his lunch break to his office, Alhaitham was greeted by a great violation of his personal space. Covering his desk were stacks of new proposals and applications, those werenât out of the ordinary. But the colorful squares plastered all over each new proposal were:
Please approve these proposals secretary Alhaitham! They are very important! ASAP
Here are the calculations of the research funds for next year, take a look at them - T
Alhaitham you better approve my application this time, the project is already delayed and I filed this paperwork twice! If you have any respect for your senior then approve this as soon as possible! - K
Head secretary, these are the new amendments to company policies. The legal team is awaiting your approval before we proceed with the implementation. - C
 They used the stationeries that you had gifted him to write nonsense. They had the gall to ask him for favors after they touched his desk without permission and wasted such pretty paper.Â
Every proposals on his desk got thrown in the trash without so much as a glance. Nothing got approved, next time they should carefully consult his listed work hours outside the office.Â
He didnât think heâd have to make a sign that said âdo not touch the items on my deskâ to a workplace of grown adults, but he was very much contemplating it now. Â
Later that night, his annoyance from earlier in the day melted away once he cracked open the new book gifted to him. Your form comfortably wrapped in a light quilt as you cradled yours. The minutes turned into hours, the silence comfortable like the heat from a fireplace. A soft snap echoed through the room, your hand moving towards your face from the corner of his eye.
âIs something the matter?â
âMm? Oh, no. The ending was just sad.â You wiped a tear from your other eye.
He learned something new about himself today, he didnât like seeing you cry.Â
You really shouldâve known better. Like Icarus, youâve flown too close to the sun. The glue binding the wings of maturity and sanity youâve crafted started to melt and fall apart, causing you to plunge down. Falling back into the obsession of âloveâ. What started as just one book, turned into two, turned into four. Now your once sparsely populated shelves were crowded with new romance titles of all sorts.Â
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 âYouâre rather late today.â Alhaithamâs voice made you freeze in place.Â
Why did the living room have to be so close to the front door, maybe you shouldâve snuck back in through the back door. Sneaking back into your own house, did you revert back to a teenager while in your fourth year of marriage?Â
âSorry âbout that, I got caught up with friends.âÂ
That was a blatant lie, your poor friends were dragged into your mess all because you couldnât be honest. You werenât in their company, no, you were in the theaters watching a film alone. But how could you ever admit to him that as the Alpha and Omega lovers danced on the screen, you pictured your faces over theirs?Â
Alhaitham acknowledged your explanation with a small hum, never looking up from his book. Good, because you were certain if he did, he wouldâve seen right through your lie.Â
Was your handsome husband the spark that rekindled your obsession? Or was it the stories youâve been consuming that made your heart thump harder in his presence?Â
You werenât sure which was which, but you couldnât deny the truth youâve buried. You were in love with Alhaitham. It was an undeniable fact. From the beginning, youâve always liked him. His quiet demeanor, his baritone voice, and his teal-orange eyes. But now you were in love with them, every aspect of him. You hated how helpless it made you feel.Â
But you secretly liked how good it felt. After years of dormancy, you finally felt it, the rush described to you in those stories. That canât sleep love, that delicious burn of pining, the itch in your chest as you laid in bed next to him. Two quilts defining the unseen boundaries of personal space, you longed to creep over it but you lacked the courage.Â
What does he smell like? The same shower and laundry products were shared between the two of you. But that is not what you meant. What did his pheromones smell like? Was it a cool fresh scent, cool like the minty streaks hidden through his ashen hair? Or was it deep and woodsy? Maybe he smells like the pages of an old library book.Â
You used to pity your Omega classmates, for you knew the stigma and inconveniences they will face in their lives. However, right now you envied them to the point of nausea. They knew what Alhaithamâs scent was, but you donât. Why did you have to be a Beta?Â
The demon known as insecurity you thought youâve left behind was actually lurking in your shadow the whole time.Â
Maybe you should check yourself into the Bimarstan, the fever of love feels as if itâs melting your brain. His gaze felt piercing now, his accidental skinships seared your skin. You had no one to blame but yourself, Alhaitham is not at fault, you were the one who fell into the fire as he sat in his place on the couch unaware. Even after four years you still couldnât be honest with your own husband.
Feelings were never discussed because he believed you had a mutual understanding that this was for convenience.Â
You canât tell him you wanted more. How can you tell him you wanted more? Thereâs already a wall four years in the making, too great to overcome.  Â
âI need to rein myself inâ Alhaitham thought as his eyes followed your figure through the crowd below. It was a slow Friday at work so he decided to walk away from his desk, arriving at an overpass that looked over the streets of Sumeru. Something compelled him to look below, and under the golden sun there you were, and by your side was another Alpha.Â
Dehya is her name, a good friend of yours that you introduced once before leaving for a birthday celebration. A good friend who had the privilege to ruffle your hair and loop an arm around your shoulders as she ushers you into one of the many stalls filled with glittering trinkets.Â
His hand tightened its grip on the railing, why did she have privileges he was denied? Alhaitham felt he was stalking his own wife. Idiotic really.Â
Skinship was not commonplace between you, an unseen glass wall defining the boundaries of your personal space. Whenever his skin met yours, youâd flinch and pull away as if you were burned. He always just apologize and the two of you would move on without another word. Hell, even if his eyes lingered on you for too long youâd tense up.Â
Itâs been happening more often now, is it because his eyes started wandering more towards your figure or how his hand itched to hold yours? Â
Were you scarred by a past relationship? Were your flinches the remnants of a darker period in your life before him? His jaw clenched. By pulling a few strings he had pulled up more files of your past, to satisfy his mindâs hungry, but there was nothing. It only made his curiosity hunger more, or was it something else? Alhaitham wanted answers to why you hated his touches and stares, yet wanted to be in his presence and give him gifts.Â
There was only one conclusion he could come up with: you liked your personal space. And he will respect it, but why did your friends not have to?
There was now a knot in his stomach as if a beast was clawing at it, maybe he should call off work and head to the Bimarstan. He disappeared from the overpass.Â
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âHaitham.â He heard your soft pounds on the door.Â
âLeave some hot water for me.â He could envision the pout on your lips, and thatâs what brought him over the edge.Â
Watching with shameless eyes as the evidence of his guilt washed down the shower drain, running water masking his pants.Â
If he canât touch you, that doesnât mean he canât think about you; words spoken like a true creep he silently chastised. Alhaitham doesnât care to admit how long heâs been doing this, perhaps his primal urges werenât as controlled as he believed.Â
Itâs strange really, youâre a Beta yet you make him have these urges.
You donât produce any pheromones to cling onto his body. But by using the same shower products as you, it serves the same purpose of scenting no? A foolish voice Alhaitham pushed from the back of his mind, taking another pump of your body wash. Maybe he should check the dosage of his inhibitors.Â
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The only opportunity he got to observe you closely was when you were asleep. âYouâre quite the heavy sleeperâ, he notes as his eyes traced over the subtle curves of your cheeks, the contours of your nose, and the softness of your lips.Â
Itâs accepted wisdom that Omegas were the most beautiful people. The top A-list singers and actors being Omegas only solidified the belief. However, Alhaithamâs confident your existence could challenge that very notion.Â
If it werenât for your distinct lack of a scent, any Alpha couldâve mistaken you for an Omega. Even his guests were taken aback by how your appearance didnât match your status as a Beta.Â
There was a pang in his chest. If he felt those urges when looking at you, then itâs guaranteed that others, specifically other Alphas, have felt it as well. But why? He trusted you to stay true to your convictions of loyalty and integrity⌠He wasnât so sure about others though. Even with the inhibitors coursing through his system, he couldnât seem to push down that annoying hand clawing at his back.Â
You stirred, huddling into your blanket more, snapping his attention back. âOh, you must be cold againâ. The houses in Sumeru were designed to keep hot air out, so when a northern cold front blew in, you definitely felt it.Â
Quietly getting up, Alhaitham pulled the spare quilt out of the closet, gently layering it over your curled form. The knit between your brows disappeared as a pleased expression overtook your face. Were you having a pleasant dream? Was he ever included? Subconsciously his hand began to reach for your face, only to freeze.Â
âPersonal spaceâ he reminds himself as he strolls out of the bedroom.Â
It makes no sense to him, youâre a Beta. In fact, the reason why he married you in the first place was because he believed your lack of pheromones and lack of heats wonât disrupt his peaceful life. The matchmaker had called him her biggest challenge, persevering only because of a promise made to his late grandma.Â
So, how were you still corrupting his thoughts like this?Â
He should read to calm his mind before he attempts to join you back in bed. Thoughts running laps in his head, analyzing then overanalyzing every last explanation he could come up with.Â
Alhaithamâs greedy hands made their way over to your bookshelf, perhaps he could sedate a bit of his curiosity as well. Pulling the Fontainian novel that marked the start of a tradition.Â
Under the golden glow of a lamp he flipped through the pages, it seems that your taste in literature has matured. Teal eyes skimming past a paragraph before going back to do a double take.Â
âLove born in the brain is more spirited, doubtless, than true love, but it has only flashes of enthusiasm; it knows itself too well, it criticizes itself incessantly; so far from banishing thought, it is itself reared only upon a structure of thought.â
He reached an epiphany.Â
It looks like youâve been careless recently. Too distracted by the task of masking your infatuation of your husband from your husband, and maintaining your independent mask to realize that Alhaitham had once again finished all his books.Â
The novel right in front of you, moved from its place on your shelf, was proof of that.Â
âItâs a good bookâ
Your husbandâs neat handwriting was present on the small mint post-it plastered on the front cover. It was a simple gesture yet it made your heart flutter as if you had won the achievement of a lifetime. You finally got Alhaitham to use one of the many stationeries gifted to him.Â
Carefully peeling the paper off the cover, then folding it to tuck it away in your pocket.Â
âAt least itâs not another light novel this time.â You affirmed, sticking the book back into its spot.Â
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âThe mahamatra have announced a total recall of the inhibitors distributed during the past three months, with reports-â
You were lost in your own little world, contemplating just which books havenât you bought for your husband yet. Tuning out the sounds of the bookstore playlist and TV as your eyes scanned the titles of the thick books in front of you.Â
Would he like Sci-Fi? Sure itâs not academic but maybe itâll have nuggets of information in there thatâd catch his interest.Â
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The weight of the books made your bag strap dig into your shoulder, seeing the house in the distance, you picked up your pace for the home stretch. Tomorrow marks the start of a four-day public holiday, and after the crunch time your boss put you through to tie up loose ends. You needed it.Â
Turning the keys in the knob you entered your peaceful little safe haven.Â
Only to immediately feel the heaviness in the air.Â
Your husband should be home by now, yet the spot on the couch remained empty. His shoes were placed at the door, albeit messily. Kicking off yours as you placed the bag on the coffee table, you navigated your way through the halls.Â
The atmosphere was quiet, but not the comforting silence youâve experienced for the last five years.Â
âHaitham?â You called out, about to turn the corner into the master bedroom.Â
His black button-down and slacks were thrown all over the floor, a large lump was currently huddled under your blankets on your side of the bed. âOh, he must be nappingâ.Â
Two years in, Alhaitham slept shirtless again like he did before you came. Never before were you grateful that your job made you get up at ungodly 8 am, but having an extra 30 minutes to look at his godly body as he slept made mornings bearable.Â
Still, the air didnât feel right and even if he was messy sometimes, your husband never just threw his clothes on the ground when the laundry basket was right in the corner. His breathing also seemed labored.Â
âHaitham, are you sick?â Reaching a hand into the cocoon of blankets, feeling for his temperature.Â
A sharp inhale was heard as his breathing stilled, his skin was burning. You moved onto a different patch of skin to confirm it. He must have a fever.Â
âYouâre burning! Iâll get medicine and water, donât move.â Your hand quickly retracted.Â
Just as your back was turned towards him, like a monster from beneath the blankets a pair of arms entrapped you.
âH-haitham?â His touch was searing you.Â
âW-woah?!âÂ
In an instant, you were pinned under Alhaithamâs towering form, the soft sheets cushioning your body. The place where he once curled was twisted and balmy. Your eyes shoot up at him as he hovered above, your body stiffened. A scarlet haze offset the brilliant teal hue youâve grown so infatuated with, a sense of impending danger ran down your neck.Â
He doesnât have a fever, heâs in a rut.Â
Your thoughts were running wild, bouncing around in your skull as his labored breathing above continued. In all five years, youâve never seen Alhaitham go into a rut, he was always diligent with his inhibitors. Youâve never been around an Alpha in rut, after all, you were never the one to trigger it.Â
Itâs embarrassing really, you had no idea what to do, all your experience with ruts came from those steamy light novels.Â
âH-haitham, let me up, Iâll get your inhibitors...â You tried to tug your wrists from his grasp.Â
Big mistake. His grip tightened as he buried his face into the side of your neck, a low rumble was felt from his chest. Alhaitham had his nose right up against your neck, taking deep inhales as if he was trying to detect something.Â
You shivered as your body temperature shot up, youâve never been this close to him, the brushes of his ashen locks against your neck made your legs rub together.Â
âHeyâŚâ You moved your neck away, the sensation was almost overwhelming.Â
âStay still.â A baritone voice vibrated against you.Â
On command your body stilled, muscles refusing to move as Alhaitham continued his search. His breath was against your ear, tickling it as he took deep inhales of your hair. A low groan was heard as if he was frustrated with something. Â
âNot enough.âÂ
âHuh?-âÂ
The sound your blouse getting torn off your body resonated through the air. Even will a layer of clothing gone, your body felt hotter. Just as you began to process the loss of your favorite blouse, another rip rang in your ears. Your skirt was now gone as well. You were so vulnerable under his touches.Â
Dragging his nose down from your neck, over your covered breasts, then along your belly. His hands now gripped your thighs as he shifts down to part them effortlessly, eyes focused on your covered cunt.Â
Your mind was groggy, reactions dulled, why was the room so hot? Suddenly you felt his nose against your cunt, taking long whiffs of the slick that was beginning to wet the fabric of your panties. That was enough to spark action from you.Â
âH-hey!â Your hands pushed against his messy locks as your thighs tried to preserve your dignity. Â
âAh!â You couldnât stop the moan that escaped your mouth.Â
In protest of your attempt to shut him out of heaven, Alhaitham bit into the soft flesh of your thigh. Hazy eyes looking straight into yours, warning you to not do it again. His intense gaze made something deep in your cunt pulse.Â
Sharp teeth released soft skin as his attention was back on the honeypot in front of him. Your panties offered as much resistance as wet paper against his swift tug, the fabric now on the floor in pieces.Â
Your cunt twitched with each hot breath that hit against its wet lips. With the thin barrier gone, Alhaitham can now freely bury his nose against your honeypot, tingles ran up his spine as the sweet musk of your slick sent his olfactory system into chaos. His throat felt parched as if he had just trekked the desert, he needed a taste.Â
âAh! Ahhh,â your back arched as his hot tongue lapped against your cunt.Â
Alhaitham was slurping up your slick like a depraved beast, wet muscles sliding up the whole length of your slit, occasionally dipping into the contracting hole. Your whole body shook when the smoothness of his tongue ran across your clit, toes curling in the air.
 The shower head couldnât bring out this level of pleasure. The fantasies you envisioned during your long showers couldnât compare to the scene happening right now. His ministration continued, each stroke of his tongue sending blinding waves of pleasure.Â
His hips were angrily rutting against the sheets, erection rubbing against the fabric impatiently. But he had to taste you more, his mind hazy as it craved nothing more than your taste. It was his first taste, but he was already addicted. Your legs tensed up in his grip as a loud whine left your lips, your body shaking as a sudden rush of slick was welcomed onto his awaiting tongue.Â
Your sensitive body tried to flinch away as he continued to lap against your swollen lips and clit but his iron grip on your legs didnât let you budge an inch. Eyes rolled back as the sweet torture continued.Â
Your body convulsed, did you just cum again? Two orgasms sapped you of all strength, everything fell limp as your moans continued to fill the room. Your mind too foggy to even process the feeling of embarrassment. It felt so good, yet it was torturing, your cunt was sobbing for something else.Â
As if taking mercy on your desperation, or maybe his desperation had reached its limit, Alhaitham pulled away. Teary eyes followed his motion, watching as he aligned his length with your greed.
Youâve seen him walk out of the shower in just a towel, how did he hide this behind a puny towel?Â
Your cuntâs eagerness blocked any hesitation from reaching your brain as his length dragged itself against your soaked lips. The pillow behind your head was not enough, you needed something more solid to hold onto, to ground the last shred of your sanity.Â
Shaky hands released the plush pillows, outstretched towards Alhaithamâs immense frame. A growl ripped through his chest as he dove into your arms at the same time as his length thrusted fully inside you. Â
âOH!â Your fingers left deep stretches along his shoulder blades.Â
His pants and soft growls vibrated against your neck as your eyes rolled back again, the fullness youâd been craving has been fulfilled. The stretch burned in all the right ways as your walls clung onto his member, thick and hard. Soft legs locked around a solid torso, your body pressed against his as his frame pinned yours to the bed. Just as you were adjusting to feeling of his length inside, his hips began moving.Â
They were merciless, slapping against your hips and ass as the force made your whole body bounce. His length punishes your walls as it pulled out to just the tip only to be slammed back in at full strength. You clung to his muscular body for dear life, breasts bouncing out of their home in your bra.Â
Nonsense was spilling out of your mouth as your brain malfunctioned from the blinding flashes of pleasure. The slick slaps of your cunt eagerly welcoming his every move and the headboard of the bed knocking against the wall complimented each other.Â
Alhaithamâs pants were growing heavier, growls deeper as his tongue began to trace up and down your neck. The sensation along with his thick tip bullying your poor sweet spot pushed you over the edge for the third time. Walls clamping down to milk him as your legs squeezed him, the pleasure was toeing the edge of pain, much like how your brain was on the verge of madness.Â
Nothing interrupted the pistoning of his hips as he fucked you through your orgasm, heavy balls slapping against your swollen lips.Â
As the high was beginning to wear off, his pace became impossibly fast, the solid wood headboard now banging against the poor wall. Your bodies rocking together on the bed, he buried his face deeper into your neck. His teeth danced along your shoulder as your moans sang in his ears. He wanted to hear more of it.Â
Alhaithamâs hips slammed against yours one final time before they stilled, teeth digging into your shoulder to suppress a moan, burying his length deep inside your cunt as his thick seed spilled.Â
Your greed drank all of it up gratefully as your shoulder stung.Â
Your chest was raising and falling fast, lungs trying to hog all the air that it could hold. Heart pounding hard in your ears. Tears and drool wet your face as your head fell weakly to the side on the soft pillow. You were completely spent as your arms didnât even have the strength to hold onto him. Limbs limp and nerves fried.Â
Above you Alhaitham continued to pant into your shoulder, length still buried inside.Â
After a couple more harsh pants and deep breaths, you felt him stir, pushing against the bed to unpin you from his frame.Â
âAh-hh ahh~â You felt your walls clench once more around his length as he pulled out, a thick string of mixed slick connected his tip to your hole.Â
Your body longed for rest as you turned onto your stomach, face pressed against the pillow, still panting heavily as your eyes closed.Â
Two large hands grasped firmly onto your hips, startling your consciousness back as you looked over your shoulder.Â
Alhaitham still had that scarlet haze in his eyes as he lifted your hips up, watching as more mixed fluids began to tickle out of your abused hole. Your eyes shifted down and you gulped, he was still erect.Â
You were quite foolish to believe that one round was enough to satisfy an Alpha in rut. However, if it werenât for his firm grasp on your hips, your body wouldâve collapsed back into the sheets.Â
A loud whine left your throat, vocalizing your exhaustion to him. Itâs been a long time since you got any action, the two of you didnât even consummate on the wedding night, it was spent packing your stuff.Â
You tried to shift your hips out of his grip but he only held on tighter, earning another whine.Â
Soft kisses were pressed against your back as if he was trying to soothe you. It was pathetic how weak you were to them, instantly melting against the pillow. Maybe you can last one more round you thought as his length rubbed against your slit again.Â
Thanks to the extra prep and lubrication from the last round your walls were much more accustomed to the stretch as Alhaitham entered once more. His beginning thrusts were much more slowed and controlled than before as you moaned softly into the pillow.Â
This couldnât last sadly, as his lust overtook him again and his hips once again slammed into you, forcing a choked moan from you. Using his hands, he held your body up as he pulled all the way out until the tip then cruelly forced it all back into you.Â
You wanted to beg him to rest, but you also wanted to beg for more. Your sloppy cunt accepted all his punishing movements with gratitude as the wet walls thanked his length with kiss-like contractions.Â
Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head, mind absolutely blank, the pleasure mustâve melted your brain. All you could do was grip the tear-soaked pillow and let out moan after moan, the poor wall still getting beaten by the movement of the headboard. Tension building up once more in you.Â
 Somewhere along the lines, you felt his teeth graze against your nape as his thrust picked up the pace once more, a sign that he was close to finishing. He was panting against the back of your neck as if he was searching for something. With a particularly harsh snap of his hips, he bites deeply into your nape as he releases a fresh batch of seed.Â
âWhy?â
You felt the frustrated growls against your skin as he bites again at a different angle. The pleasureful pain seems to have jump started your brain for just a second.Â
âOh, heâs trying to bond.â You felt Alhaithamâs soft locks brush against your shoulders as he continued his fruitless search.Â
You were once reminded that you were just a Beta, unable to form a bond. He could bite your neck as many times as he wanted. His teeth can pierce the flesh until the skin was raw, but it would be all for naught. Heâll never get that satisfaction. You donât have the glands to be bitten, to be marked, to be bonded with.Â
You werenât an Omega. There was now a heavy knot in your chest.Â
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You werenât even sure what day it was, all you can recall is the hazy cycle of intense lust followed by a lull before the next round. During the lull, you did your damnedest to keep yourself and him hydrated, often having to lure him into the kitchen for some much-needed water and quick snacks.Â
The air of the house was thick with the musk of sweat and desire, very nerve of yours fried from pleasure.Â
Once again your body was pinned under his, legs thrown over his shoulders as his hips desperately snapped against yours.Â
Every article of clothing has long since been removed, allowing your breasts to bounce along with every thrust. By now you were certain the shape of him was pounded into your cunt. The soaked sheets below clutched in your hands as if to ground you from floating up to cloud nine.Â
The harsh pants and low growls above you increased in frequency in time with his thrusts. He must be close again.Â
Fortunately, youâve noticed that the breaks between each round have been getting longer and longer. A sign that the rut was ending. If you survive this youâll bring offers to the sanctuary of surasthana to thank the archons for their blessing. Maybe after the feeling returns back to your legs of course.Â
Suddenly your face was pushed into the side of his neck, the scent of sweat now stronger.Â
âBite.â His rugged voice commanded.Â
Ah⌠he wanted you to mark him. With clumsy teeth, you felt around the smooth muscles. You canât sense where his glands were so you just bit down at random along his neck. It was useless, you knew it, but still...
Alhaitham pushed himself eagerly against your teeth, encouraging you to bite harder with a growl. You obliged.Â
His teeth ran along your raw neck, already covered in his bites and hickeys, searching for one last spot. Your jaw clamped down harder as his teeth sank into your neck one last time. Hips stilling as one final wave flooded into you, it was hard to tell when one orgasm ended and another began.Â
Your hands found purchase around his back again, holding him close as you panted against his neck. Against yours a frustrated growl vibrated once more, his muddled mind confused as to why no bond has formed.Â
âWhy?â
There was that cold pierce of pain again.Â
The large hand on the back of your head held your nose close against his searing skin. It couldâve just been your fried nerves, but as the darkness overtook your vision, you couldâve sworn there was a warm and opulent scent of wood and books.
 If you were reborn, in the next life could you recognize his scent?
Your eyes opened up to blinding sunlight. Your body ached as if it had been through hell and back, bones threatening to turn into dust at any second. The large bed messy and only occupied by one body. Shifting your sight away from the stinging light, his empty pillow came into view.Â
You werenât sure what came over you, but even as your muscles screamed you pressed your nose into the cold pillow and inhaled. Nothing. Just sweat and disappointment.Â
Just what were you hoping for? That a few nights of passion would birth a miracle? That youâd somehow turn into something you couldnât be? In the end, you were still you. Those novels mustâve rotted your common sense, stupid.Â
Bitter tears fell onto the pillow, you didnât have the strength to hold back the sobs as they wrecked through your body.Â
Yes, you were stupid. So stupid from the very start to believe that this could work. That maybe after a few more years, maybe at the seven-year mark, he could fall in love with you as well.Â
The dream of his tender eyes looking into yours with love crumbled right there in front of you.Â
 A cup clanged onto the desk in the room as footsteps quickly made their way to your side, a blurred figure knelt down.Â
âIs your body hurting anywhere? Iâll take you to the Bimarstan.â Alhaitham gently sat your covered figure up, trying to see the extent of the situation.Â
Your small hands pushed against his solid frame, his motion stilled as you refused to allow him to see your face.Â
However, Alhaitham knows he didnât have the right to. Not only did he invade your sacred personal space, but he did so like a wild beast. Not allowing your body to rest or replenish itself as he trapped you to the bed for almost four days. He deduced that you must be hurting, that you must be scared of him now, and that must be the reason behind your tears.Â
Guilt was suffocating him. Those stupid urges, that stupid rut. His stupid hands refusing to let you go.
Throughout your whole marriage, you had put on the mask of independence, someone who did not need to lean on a husband for comfort. Yet here you were, bawling out your eyes in front of him like a child. Your façade has been cracked, tears soaking into his pillow and snot trickling down under his unwavering gaze.Â
What was the look on his face right now? You couldnât see through the mirage of tears blurring your sight, not that you had the courage to face him. Was it disappointment? Right now as he observed your vulnerable figure, did he feel lied to after all these years? Like he had just discovered the defects in a product?Â
The freezing water of self-loathing, doubt, and insecurity filled you like a boat whose haul had been pierced by the jagged edges of an iceberg. You were drowning, your limbs kicking and thrashing with all their might trying to resurface.Â
For a brief moment, your face bobbed above the crashing waves.
âLet's get a divorce.âÂ
Those were the only words you managed to choke out in the space between your sobs before your head disappeared under the murky waters once more.Â
His whole body froze as he processed your words. Alhaitham had already deduced why you wanted to end this relationship, he had hurt and scarred you. Yet, like a child, he still wanted to clamber for more answers.Â
âWhy?â He said through clenched teeth, you couldnât see it but his hands had a slight shake.Â
âWeâre not satisfied, Alhaitham. I-itâs not working, I-i canât satisfy your requirements. I-i canât make you happy, I-i canât make you love⌠me.â Hiccups breaking up your sentences.
That was it, you spilled out all your secrets. Your lungs and throat hurting as if you just pushed salt water out of them.Â
Alhaithamâs hands were balled up so tightly his nails broke the skin on his palms.Â
So, you werenât happy. He couldnât make you happy. He felt as if he had dropped down to the tier of a fool. A fool who didnât know how to make those bitter tears of yours stop.Â
He released you.Â
You felt his presence disappear from your side. The touch of warmth he provides was now gone as coldness fully engulfs your whole being. The tears just wouldnât stop. Is this what those heartbroken sobs actually felt like? Why did you ever think this was something to be desired? You truly were an idiot.Â
You werenât sure how long had passed, a few seconds or a few minutes, but his presence returned back to your side. He looked as if he had something in his hands. Were they divorce papers? Ah, Alhaitham was a man who always had a plan for everything. Did he have a premonition that this marriage was doomed from the start? How long has he had them?
Alhaitham didnât feel like he had the right to touch you. However, he needed to do something to make you look at him. Please, just look at him. His large hands tenderly grasped yours as if they were made from glass. You still hid your face from him.
âI wonât bind you to a life that brings you unhappiness. But.. You have to tell meâ His voice wasnât as steady as he wanted it.Â
âIf you want strolls through the market, tell me. If you want to be woken up with sweet whispers, tell me. If you want to hold hands across a date night table, then tell me. You have to tell me what will make you happy.â He wasnât sure if those were your unfulfilled desires or his.
You could only tighten your grip on his hands as you sobbed harder.Â
Your statement from before was incorrect. Alhaitham is also at fault for this pain you were going through. If there was one feeling that was just as addictive as love, it would be hope. Please, please donât give false hope.Â
âI-iâll disrupt your-r lifeâŚâ You managed to choke out.
His thumb gently stroke the back of your knuckles.
âHow could you ever disrupt something youâre a part of?âÂ
Your hesitant eyes finally met his teal gaze, his eyes soft as opposed to their usual stonewall stare. With the walls down, you were given a glimpse into the whirling emotions behind them. Endearment, sincerity, and hurt danced along the green-blue irises.Â
âAs for your last reason, here. I shouldâve just given this to you directly.â His hands let go of yours, picking up the item he had brought.
He handed over the book you had placed back on your bookshelf a few days earlier, the one he had left his note on. So, he didnât have divorce papers prepared? Your trembling hands accepted it, and through your teary eyes, you finally noticed the torn-out green and gold note contrasting between the cream pages.Â
Tenderly, you unfolded the piece of paper retrieved from the book. Quickly blinking to clear your eyes from excess tears. In the neat script of Alhaithamâs handwriting:Â
 âLove born in the heart as opposed to Love born in the brain:
 When one loves at first sight or goes looking for love, then one is essentially just attracted to someone for the sake of being with someone. Not looking objectively at any warning signs or relationship flaws one has with someone. If there are any issues, the bias of infatuation blinds you to them.Â
So that's loving with the heart, based solely on carefree addictive emotion, even though it feels stronger and more enthusiastic on the surface.Â
Love from the brain is more logical and objective. You take the time to understand a person, seeing them for them with unbiased eyes. You understand them thoroughly and can maturely and objectively work through the turbulence of life together. Individuals who set aside precious time to manually repair creaks, maintaining the structural integrity of a home that shelters their affections.Â
With the diligence of a conservator preserving ancient scripts on papyrus that should have been disintegrated long ago.Â
The latter rather than the former describes the bond forged between my wife and I.âÂ
Your grip crumpled the side of the paper.
âWhat does this mean?â Hesitation in your voice as tears blurred your vision of his teal eyes.Â
âI love you.â He confessed. Three words have been overdue for years.
âDonât be filled with false hopeâ Your mind echoed.
 âIâm not an OmegaâŚâ
âThatâs not a requirement for love.â
That was it. It was as if youâve been waiting all this time for him to say those words. The words of affirmation you didnât know you needed. The key to free you from the cage of insecurity youâve built for yourself.Â
Your feet now touched the warm sandy bottom as air rushed back into your lungs.
  It looks like youâve figured it out. Regardless of what definition of love has been pushed by external forces, these feelings he holds for you are objectively pure and true love. His hands tenderly took yours away from its grip on the paper. If you wanted him to, Alhaitham will spend the rest of his life proving it to you. Heâll conduct every experiment and collect all the data points to present to you.Â
How silly, a red thread spun by two pairs of hands, created through undying trust, respect, and admiration had already tied the two of you in a bond. The love you were trying so hard for had always been right in front of you for five years.
The blanket draped behind your head resembled a wedding veil as the fabric folded and gathered around your trembling body. âBeautifulâ He thought.Â
The room was a mess, sheets and clothes strewn all across the floor. The musk of lust still hung heavy in the air, the residue of sweat and other fluids still clinging to skin. Your hair was all over the place, tears still pouring from your eyes, his hair was no better. But in this moment, there was nothing more Alhaitham wanted to do than this:Â
âWill you take me, Alhaitham, as your lawfully married husband? To love me through sickness and health, through poverty and wealth, and through sun and rain?âÂ
Sobs were still wracking through your body, words unable to form in your mouth but you were nodding your head enthusiastically. Your hands felt small firmly holding onto his larger ones.Â
âI, Alhaitham, will take you as my lawfully married wife. I will love you through sickness and health, through poverty and wealth, and through sun and rain⌠I do.âÂ
It was a silly sight to behold, but in this moment as he finally sees a smile break out on your face, it means the world to him.Â
Thereâs a saying from a well-known poet from Fontaine it goes as follows:
âLove is being stupid together.âÂ
And clearly, the two of you have been very stupid. Oh so stupidly in love. Â
Fin~
Authors note:
The long quote was taken from Stendhalâs The Red and The Black
The last quote is from Paul Valery
Also communication is v important to any relationship, people canât read minds Alhaitham. If you made it this far, thank you and hope you enjoyed!
DONâT PLAGIARIZE, TRANSLATE, OR REPOST MY WORKS ON DIFFERENT PLATFORMS.Â
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