Alpha Jayce (38) wants to have pups, but alphas like him can only produce big, heavy pups for omegas, so a lot of them turn him down. And after his wife cheats on him and tries to pass off a pup as his, Jayce just gives up... Until he meets his destined omega Viktor (23) #jayvik
Oh I just went to sleep for a bit! This completely spiraled out of control hahaha I had 6 followers just a few hours ago! My little heart can't take so much love — thank you so much for interacting and following me! This is my first thread on X, and I hope I can bring you more ❤️
Alpha Jayce (38) wants to have pups, but alphas like him can only produce big, heavy pups for omegas, so a lot of them turn him down. And after his wife cheats on him and tries to pass off a pup as his, Jayce just gives up... Until he meets his destined omega Viktor (23) #jayvik
Alpha Jayce (38) wants to have pups, but alphas like him can only produce big, heavy pups for omegas, so a lot of them turn him down. And after his wife cheats on him and tries to pass off a pup as his, Jayce just gives up... Until he meets his destined omega Viktor (23) #jayvik
He was enchanted, watching his alpha shine, watching him be praised and celebrated for the project they'd built together. Their project.
Well, he thought, watching Jayce smile for the cameras, maybe I can fulfill a few of his dreams after all.
How the hell was Jayce supposed to react to an omega calling him pretty? His brain was a swarm of contradictions and he could feel his cock shifting against his pants like it had its own agenda.
Shit.
The omega's lips curled. Just a little.
"So pretty..." he murmured, his voice deep and rough, dripping with a rich Zaun accent that hit Jayce somewhere low in his gut and stayed there. Clearly just as far gone as Jayce was.
𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌.
answering him like a call and response.
"Please. Go. I could hurt you—" Jayce's voice cracked in the middle of the sentence. His head was spinning. Every thought was either static or a howl of pure, aching need, and he was losing the fight against both.
surprise, hunger, and an omega who was delighted with what he was looking at.
The pale skin of the omega's cheeks had gone pink. His scent was thickening, getting sweeter, heavier, and — god help him — Jayce's own scent was spiking right back,
The omega lifted his head — slow, unhurried — and looked up at him through those amber eyes, pupils blown so wide they'd almost swallowed the color whole.
For one second, Jayce was absolutely certain of three things he saw in that gaze:
Jayce stared. His back was still against the wood, which meant the omega was now standing right there, barely a foot away, and Jayce could feel the warmth rolling off him like a furnace.
He tried to move out of the way, give the guy room to slip past, put some distance between them before Jayce did something monumentally stupid.
And then, against every rational thought Jayce had left, the omega closed the door.
𝘾𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠.
Just walked toward the door, slow and deliberate, and reached out one long-fingered hand for the edge of it.
Jayce's brain, what little of it was still working, went: okay. Good. He's leaving. That's good. This is fine.
His inner alpha was practically howling, clawing at the inside of his chest, begging, please, just a little closer, just let me—
"Y-You need to leave."
The omega didn't nod. Didn't say a word.
Wait. Wait wait wait. Jesus. Is he in rut?
"I'm sorry, I don't—" Jayce's voice came out rough, strained. He slapped a hand over his nose and mouth and stumbled a step back, even though every instinct in his body was screaming at him to do the exact opposite.
That's what the omega's scent translated to in Jayce's system. Not lavender and sweet milk, which is what it actually was, but home. A place Jayce had been before. A place he was supposed to get back to. A place that was his.
Home. This is home, and I need to get closer—
Jayce watched it happen in real time — the omega's pupils blowing wide, dark and huge, his whole body turning toward Jayce like a compass needle finding north. Like he couldn't help it. Like something inside him had just clicked into place.
𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒆.