Kyle

Kyle was a rich, handsome alpha. All the omegas followed him around, including you.
Of all the omegas, he looked at you. Overjoyed, you turned a blind eye to what you considered minor flaws. He often lost his temper over trivial matters, controlled you in everything, forbade you from socializing with friends and working, but you were too blind.

When the alpha found out you were pregnant, things only got worse. He stopped paying attention to you, stayed late at work, and when he returned, you'd smell the faint pheromones of another omega on him, which he blamed on "there are a lot of omegas at work, that's why he smells."
He became more prone to anger, raising his voice for an unwashed plate or an unironed shirt, and he didn't care that you were struggling with your pregnancy. But he never raised a hand to you.

One evening, Kyle stayed even longer than usual, returning almost at 4:00 AM. You'd been waiting for him all that time, hesitant to call, afraid to interrupt him from his work. As soon as he stepped through the door, swaying from the high alcohol content in his blood, the hallway was filled with the strong scent of omega pheromones, hitting you in the face like a slap.
You started screaming and demanding an explanation, to which the alpha roughly pushed you in the shoulder, causing you to fly back into the wall.

– Shut your mouth already, my head is splitting.