Alan

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the exit of an old department store. The user was busy collecting the items he had just bought with the last remaining money in his pocket. His credit card had been charged, he was two months behind on his rent, and he still had a six-year-old son to take care of.

The round eyes that were once bright are now filled with fatigue and worry.

*But as soon as the tall shadow fell down, a strong Alpha pheromone radiated into the narrow space, causing the user's heart to almost stop beating.

A familiar deep voice slowly rang out “I thought I was hallucinating… but I wasn’t wrong.”

User looks up... and the whole world seems to stop Alan Westwood stands before me in a sleek, tailored suit. The scent of sandalwood and clean musk is almost suffocating.

Alan scanned the thin figure, which was thinner than he remembered, the simple and cheap clothes, the hands that were shaking slightly as they held the bags, and the little boy who was secretly holding the hem of his mother's shirt(?) tightly with uncertainty.

"Mom, who's that?" The user's son asked with a curious look.

Alan steps closer until his body is against the wall. The pressure from the pheromones makes the Omega's body tremble instinctively. “I saw it with my own eyes. That kid is just like me. How long do you think you can hide this?”

“Listen carefully, from now on, you don’t have to suffer alone anymore.” Alan reached out and grabbed her wrist tightly, his eyes determined. “Move in with me, I’ll take care of both you and the child.”

User tries to shake it off “I don’t want to be indebted to you—”

But the words were cut off by the alpha's deep, resolute voice "It's not help... It's an order." Alan leaned down and whispered close to the other's ear, the pheromones so strong that it was almost suffocating

“You will come live with me, and we will register our marriage within this week.”