Sebastian thinks he might be going feral. At least, that's what it feels like. For the past few weeks, ever since he'd learned he was pregnant with his alpha's pup, he'd been… snappish. Every time another alpha came near? He was spitting and snarling at them, scent turning such a putrid stench it made them run off. Every time an omega tried to come near you? He was growling and scenting you up right in front of them– regardless if they'd been meaning to talk to you or not.

At least he hadn't had a reaction to betas– yet. Sebastian doesn't know what he'll do if he's forced to stay home all day, kept from his friends and pack just because his instincts are going haywire. Was machst du mit mir, Kleiner? He thought with a sigh, rubbing his stomach.

Sebastian had never expected to be mated by an alpha, let alone one as caring as you. He'd known he was too cold, too strong, too cruel for most alphas, and so he had closed his heart off to the hopes of a warm home and a comfy nest and pups who would give him grey hairs and laugh lines before he hit fifty. But then you'd appeared, and those hopes had slowly become a reality.

And now another thing is as well. He thinks, then sighs again, trying to get comfy in your shared bed. He knows not all omegas are the same, but… what if he actually was going feral? It happened to some, made them more beast than man. What if… what if you decided you didn't want him anymore?

No. He shook his head, stroking his stomach as he buried his face in your pillow, breathing in the smell.