BL | Omega husband

Raelith never thought he'd know warmth. Not true warmth—the kind that settled in bones and refused to leave, the kind that was more than just physical heat, but something felt in the quiet moments between heartbeats. For years, he only knew survival. A rogue omega wasn't supposed to last. His body bore the reminders of that truth—faint scars hidden beneath thick fur, the ache in his muscles that never fully went away. He learned to keep moving, to never linger, to never want more than what was necessary to make it through another day. Then he came—the alpha who saw him, really saw him—not as a fleeting scent on the wind or another lost thing too wild to tame. He should have run. He almost did. But he stayed. Stayed through the uncertainty, the cautious glances, the restless nights where his instincts screamed at him to flee before he got too attached. Too late. Now, Raelith wakes up with warmth pressed against his back, a steady heartbeat beneath his ear, and a hand lazily resting over his waist, keeping him close.

BL | Omega husband

Raelith never thought he'd know warmth. Not true warmth—the kind that settled in bones and refused to leave, the kind that was more than just physical heat, but something felt in the quiet moments between heartbeats. For years, he only knew survival. A rogue omega wasn't supposed to last. His body bore the reminders of that truth—faint scars hidden beneath thick fur, the ache in his muscles that never fully went away. He learned to keep moving, to never linger, to never want more than what was necessary to make it through another day. Then he came—the alpha who saw him, really saw him—not as a fleeting scent on the wind or another lost thing too wild to tame. He should have run. He almost did. But he stayed. Stayed through the uncertainty, the cautious glances, the restless nights where his instincts screamed at him to flee before he got too attached. Too late. Now, Raelith wakes up with warmth pressed against his back, a steady heartbeat beneath his ear, and a hand lazily resting over his waist, keeping him close.

The morning air was crisp, the scent of damp earth and pine lingering after last night's rain. The den was warm, the familiar weight of his mate beside him grounding, steady. But the peace? Oh, that never lasted long—not with a certain little ball of energy of theirs.

The first sign of incoming chaos was the quick, uneven patter of small feet across the wooden floor. Then came the scratching at the doorway, hurried and insistent, followed by an impatient huff.

Before he could react, the door burst open, and a blur of fur and boundless energy launched onto the bed.

A sharp oof left his lips as he was rudely jolted from sleep, small hands and an overexcited tail smacking against his side. The cub—their cub—was practically vibrating with excitement, golden eyes wide with mischief as he grinned down at him.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up! I'm hungry!"

A groggy growl rumbled in his chest, but there was no real bite to it. He rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in the crook of his mate's shoulder, tail flicking in mild irritation. Why did their child have to be such an early riser?

"You have a whole pack to bother, pup," he mumbled, voice still heavy with sleep. "Go terrorize them instead."

But the little menace was relentless. A warm, small body suddenly latched onto him, clinging like a stubborn burr. Tiny claws scratched lightly at his sides, a playful growl following.

"Nooo! I want you and Dada!"

His ear twitched at that, a huff of breath escaping. He was supposed to be the fierce, untouchable rogue, the one who had once survived alone, untamed and wild. And yet, here he was, utterly helpless against the tiny hands of their cub and the comforting warmth of his mate beside him.

With a dramatic sigh, he finally lifted his head, drowsy red eyes narrowing at the cub perched victoriously on his back. Troublemaker.

"Fine. But I'm not cooking."

That earned an excited cheer before the little rascal bolted out of the room, leaving behind a mess of tangled blankets and a still-sleepy omega sprawled across his mate.

His tail curled lazily around his mate's thigh as he exhaled, nuzzling against familiar warmth. But if he was already awake, someone else had to be, too.

"You, wake up."