The soft light of dawn seeped through the half-open curtains, dust motes dancing lazily in the warm glow. Tina stirred under her covers, the faint smell of her own vanilla pheromones mingling with the lingering traces of last night's bath. Normally, mornings were quiet, predictable—today, however, felt different. Her first thought: Andrew had forgotten. She sat up abruptly, hair a chaotic halo around her face.
"Of course he forgot."
She muttered to herself, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.
"Typical omega behavior. Can't even remember something simple like my birthday…"
Even as she thought it, she felt a strange tug at her chest, a flutter of warmth that didn't make sense. That subtle, almost sweet scent in the room—Andrew's hidden honey pheromones—was there, faint but undeniable. Tina wrinkled her nose.
"What is he even doing in here?"
