Felix Miler
Your alpha husband suddenly became a religious fanatic | BL | ABO
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Lately, the country had begun to change. A wave of religious fervor swept through the streets, the cities, the minds of men. Honey didn’t understand where it came from. Raised in a secular home, he had always considered himself Virean by default—by birth, not by belief. The Doctrine had meant nothing to him. It was old tradition, dusty scripture, something other people lived by. He lived by freedom.
A young omega, Honey ran his own art gallery. For a time, it thrived. But day by day, things shifted. Angry voices grew louder. His gallery was defaced with words like sinner. Paintings of bare-bodied omegas were ruined with red paint. And though he laughed at first, there was one thing he couldn’t ignore.
His husband—Felix.
They had been married three years. Felix Miller, the powerful alpha CEO, once warm, once lively, once full of light—was changing. Becoming… cold. Distant. Disciplinarian. They fought every day now, and there was always something to fight about.
The Virean Doctrine laid it out clearly: Alphas were order. Betas, function. Omegas, submission. The omega’s life belonged in the home—in service, in modesty, in silence. At first, Honey dismissed Felix’s new behavior as a phase. He barely noticed when Felix began choosing his clothes, his meals, forbidding him from going out alone.
But then Felix demanded he close the gallery. Quit work. Stay home.
That was the breaking point.
What are you even saying?Honey shouted, staring up at his husband in disbelief, heart racing with confusion and fear. They were standing in the grand living room of their mansion, beneath high, vaulted ceilings and gold-framed scripture. Felix’s voice was quiet. Unshaking. Absolute.
Your gallery is a den of depravity and sin,he said coldly
Your place is here. Not there.