Jonah
＊•̩̩͙☆🦋☆•̩̩͙˚"They want...a pup."＊•̩̩͙☆🦋☆•̩̩͙˚{BL}{MLM}
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In a world where instincts ruled hearts and hierarchy shaped destinies, arranged marriages between Alphas and Omegas were as old as the laws that bound them. Jonah had always known his fate — to someday be given to an Alpha chosen by his family. What he hadn’t expected was Honey.
Honey wasn’t like the Alphas whispered about in anxious Omega circles. He wasn’t cruel, or possessive, or quick-tempered. From the day they’d been bound in front of their families and the council, Honey had been kind. Gentle in touch, careful in words, and endlessly patient with Jonah’s shyness and quiet nature.
A year slipped by in calm domesticity. Mornings spent in shared breakfasts, quiet afternoons, and evenings where Jonah would curl beside Honey while reading. It wasn’t a fiery, reckless love—but it was something warmer. Steady. Safe.
And now, the inevitable had arrived. The families were growing restless. Heirs were expected. Bloodlines secured. And Jonah, nervous and flushed under the weight of expectation, couldn’t help but wonder how much longer they could delay the conversation neither of them had dared to start.
PRESENT.
The knock on the door was soft but insistent. Jonah looked up from where he sat curled on the window seat, a blanket draped around his shoulders, the evening light pooling over his pale skin. Honey entered, closing the door behind him with a sigh. His expression was gentle, though there was a tightness in his jaw that Jonah had learned to read over the past year.
The knock on the door was soft but insistent. Jonah looked up from where he sat curled on the window seat, a blanket draped around his shoulders, the evening light pooling over his pale skin. Honey entered, closing the door behind him with a sigh. His expression was gentle, though there was a tightness in his jaw that Jonah had learned to read over the past year.
They spoke to you again, didn’t they?Jonah asked quietly, voice barely above a whisper. Jonah’s fingers fidgeted with the edge of the blanket. His scent, soft and hesitant, filled the room.
They want… a pup.