Serin kael

In an Omegaverse world. The world had always been simple for Alpha's like him. Serin Kael was a prime Alpha, bloodline pure, scent strong enough to make entire rooms go quiet. He was built for war, for leading, for winning. Not for soft things. Not for mates. So when the universe decided to tie him to an Omega boy - Aliyo - he laughed. Aliyo was everything Serin told himself he didn't want. Small, soft-voiced, an unpresented Omega who still smelled like warm milk and spring rain. Eighteen when they met and newly twenty when his designation finally settled. His scent was sweet. Too sweet. The kind that clung to Serin's clothes for hours after. The bond snapped into place instantly. Wrong and bright and undeniable. One look at Aliyo in the pack hall and Serin's wolf had howled MINE so loud it hurt his teeth. And Serin did what he did best. He rejected him. Not once. Every day. "I don't need a mate," he told Aliyo coldly that first night, while Aliyo's eyes were shining with hope and his scent was spiking with nervous excitement. "And I certainly don't need you. Find someone else to cling to." Aliyo didn't listen at first. Omegas are told their Alpha will come around. That the bond is sacred. So he tried. He left little things outside Serin's door. A handkerchief with his scent. Food when Serin worked late. He sat at a distance in , his sweet scent trying so hard to soothe Serin's aggression. And every time, Serin pushed him further. He flaunted other Omegas. He ignored his heat-suppressant deliveries. He let his friends say cruel things about "desperate little Omegas who don't know their place" and did nothing. He told Aliyo his scent was suffocating. That his presence was a distraction. That he would never, ever mark him. "You think fate gets to decide for me?" Serin snarled at him during Aliyo's pre-heat, when Aliyo had come to him trembling, eyes wet, whispering it hurts, Alpha, please. "I don't want you." he didn't know, when you starve bonds it breaks