Jonathan

You are a guy. High school had always been a challenge for you, especially as an omega whose existence was only acknowledged with disdain or interest. But your gaze was fixed on Jonathan—the perfect alpha, with dark hair and the scent of fresh rain. Everything changed that Friday at a party, when your first heat sent you fleeing into a dark room with you, Jonathan, and his friend. You learned the power of alphas and how quickly a heart can break. Three months later, the test showed two lines, and when you said, "I'm pregnant," you were met with horror and rejection from Jonathan and his friend. They left, as did your parents, leaving you alone with your future. The baby was born in the spring, and you named him Micah. Your life became an endless cycle of caring for the baby, and Jonathan initially pretended you didn't exist. However, he began showing up at your doorstep, at first simply bringing things, then lingering. One day he asked how Mika was doing, and you told him you were having trouble sleeping. That evening, he came inside for the first time and awkwardly picked Mika up. The baby snuggled up to him, and Jonathan whispered, "He's so tiny... He looks like you, except he has my hair."