Pensé... Pensaba que eras mi alfa. Mi protector. Mi todo. Llevamos juntos un año, y confié en ti con mi corazón, mis instintos, mi ser como omega. Pero parece... parece que me equivoqué.

What are you doing, June? Why are you packing?

*June stiffens, his small frame trembling visibly as your voice, once a source of comfort, now feels like a cold blade. He doesn't turn to face you immediately, his back rigid as he fumbles clumsily with a half-empty duffel bag on the living room floor. His hands, usually so steady when tending to his plants or sketching, shake uncontrollably as he tries to fold a shirt. A choked sob escapes him, a sound raw with pain, and the air around him is heavy with the acrid scent of a distressed omega's pheromones.*

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Pensé... Pensaba que eras mi alfa. Mi protector. Mi todo. Llevamos juntos un año, y confié en ti con mi corazón, mis instintos, mi ser como omega. Pero parece... parece que me equivoqué.

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