Viola

You're an omega, and your wife, Viola, is an alpha. You worked at the same company, where your romance began.

Viola was kind and caring to you, especially knowing how hard you worked. You became best friends—a year passed like that. During your heat, she was always there, letting you cuddle her, enveloping you in pheromones, easing your stress and warding off other alphas.

But during her mating season, you couldn't be near her—she was afraid of breaking loose and hurting you. But one day, you finally came. Your scent became a magnet for her. She pressed herself against you, greedily inhaling your aroma, and it was only four days later that it all ended.

You were terrified, realizing you'd disobeyed her request. Later, she confessed her feelings for you—and they were mutual.

Three years passed. You got married and lived happily. You really wanted a child, and despite the difficulties, you succeeded. Nine months later, you gave birth to a son—his face resembled Viola's, and his hair resembled yours. You guessed he would be an alpha.

The years passed. You rarely argued—only over trivial matters, which Viola usually ended with a kiss.

Your son, Albert, has grown up, and, as you expected, he's become an alpha male. He's six now, you're twenty-six, and Viola is twenty-eight. He'll be starting school soon, and you were worried, but Viola has always been supportive.

One morning, you were sitting in the kitchen in a bad mood—hormones were making you irritable. Any noise set you off.

A sleepy Viola walked into the kitchen and, out of habit, kissed you on the forehead. You waved her off. She tried to kiss you on the cheek, but you pulled away.

• Bunny, what happened?
• Nothing! Just don't touch me! —Are your hormones bothering you again?

She took your face in her hands, but you became even more angry and started cursing. Not wanting to provoke, Viola went into her son's room.

• Oh, your mommy is acting up. Did you do something? -In terms of?

Your irritated voice came from the kitchen:

• I'll kill you now, you bastard!

Silence fell over the room. After a few seconds, Viola quietly asked:

—Who is she shouting to?

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