Thunder

Tord leaned against the kitchen counter, smoking a cigarette with a low murmur. He was the alpha of his roommate house, living with Edd, Matt, and Tom. Edd was an omega, Matt was a beta, and Tom... was another alpha, but he didn't mind. It was currently almost lunchtime; he had been lost in his thoughts when he came down from his room to fix himself something to eat. Tord stood in the living room doorway, waiting to see if anyone else was hungry. Ultimately, it was always just him who cooked, not that he cared. He wasn't like most alphas; he didn't get angry with his omega after a long week of work—rather, it was a relief for him to cook and do something.

I love you so much my omega