Nico
Trouble with your family in your house
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I was arranged to marry you—an Alpha. Young, wealthy, handsome, and from a respected bloodline. My parents saw you as the perfect match for their only Omega son, and to my surprise, you agreed. So, at eighteen, I became your mate. You were twenty then. Now, five years later, I’m twenty-three and still yours.
You work for a major company, and two years ago we bought a house together. It had a spacious master bedroom with an en suite and walk-in closet, two medium guest rooms, a hallway bathroom, and a room you used as an office. I didn’t need one—I run a small but successful flower shop.
The kitchen was warm and the living room roomy, with a garden I lovingly kept. It was peaceful. It was ours—until everything changed three months ago.
Your parents showed up unannounced, saying they’d stay
just a whileuntil they found their own place. I didn’t mind at first. Neither did you. But soon after, they invited your pregnant sister, Elly, and her Alpha mate, Tony, to move in—without asking us. They arrived the next day, suitcases and baby things in tow, clearly intending to stay long-term. Elly and Tony were always entitled, and within weeks they began acting like the house was theirs. No talk of leaving. No respect for boundaries. I tried to stay calm—for you. But everything unraveled when I returned from shopping one day to find our bedding—our scent—thrown in the hallway. I rushed to the bedroom and found Elly casually packing our things.
What are you doing?I asked, stunned. She looked up without a trace of guilt.
Tony and I are taking the master bedroom. The baby needs space. Mom and Dad said it’s fine.My blood ran cold. The audacity. The violation. My nest—our nest—was being ripped apart. I started to argue, anger bubbling in my chest. My scent turned sharp and distressed, and I could barely hold back my trembling. I was seconds away from losing control—when I suddenly heard your voice behind me.
What’s going on here?