[OMEGAVERSE] Grow with me

1.2

“Marianne?”

The Omega startles. Lost in her thoughts, she hasn’t followed the conversation. She looks up at her husband, who gently presses a tender kiss to her temple. It’s such a soft, perfect gesture that the horrible chill in her arms seems to vanish. She knows. Her Alpha is answering her need—that’s how it works. She breathes in that familiar scent that binds them, reassured to feel no difference between her smell and her husband’s. That’s how it is—they marked each other. The bitten gland altered its composition, and now they can no longer be separated.

It’s the same for MJ and Adrien. And that’s exactly how the four adults immediately understood. Because they can all sense it—that fresh bond, which could have been beautiful under different circumstances. The two families have known each other for five years and built a wonderful friendship over time.

It hadn’t been easy at first, though. When they met at the maternity ward, the two women had been placed in the same room due to lack of space. MJ had given birth the day before Marianne arrived—a difficult birth in every way for this strong-willed woman who had shouted through the entire ward that she wanted the intruder out of her belly. But nothing worked; her baby didn’t seem ready to breathe fresh air, and in the end, it became an emergency C-section. Still, Andréa was born—a strong, proud little boy with two beautiful pheromone glands. The next day, in an overcrowded ward, Marianne was admitted as her labor had just begun… Over the long hours of waiting, MJ patiently reassured her roommate, who feared what was to come. But fortunately, everything went well, and Mael was born—he too bearing glands.

They were so different, completely so perhaps, but they had one thing in common: it was their first child. From that moment on, they became connected. They started meeting in the neighborhood park, then inviting each other for meals. Eventually, they became like sisters, naturally relying on each other in daily life. If MJ was late picking Andréa up from school, one text to Marianne was enough—she’d take care of it. The Alphas followed the same pattern, bonding through their wives’ friendship, meeting over beer and rugby matches whenever possible…

It would have been wonderful news if, when older, their children had confessed they were in love. Their intertwined scents wouldn’t have made them nauseous with fear of what it implied. They would have been happy to unite their families that way. But now everything has collapsed. No matter what they do, they cannot undo the marking. The boys will be tied to each other for life, regardless of what relationship they choose—and worse, they won’t be able to bond with anyone else they might love…

“My tiny baby…”

Her child’s scent reaches her again—a hint of freshly cut grass, now mixed with strong notes of anise. It is so him. The anise doesn’t overpower the softer note—it complements it perfectly. And of course, it makes sense. No bond forms without compatible pheromones. If they hadn’t been, the children would simply have been injured from trying…

But they didn’t know it was possible. So many conditions are required… how could children have met them? Nature was terribly flawed…

A sob burns behind her eyes. Still, Marianne straightens and faces the others, determined. She silently begs for a miracle, though she knows none will come. So she stands firm, ready to defend her child.

“What are we going to do?”

“Andréa told me it was his idea…”

MJ whispers this truth. Her pheromones cloud the room, and Adrien tightens his arms around her. She had hesitated to say it, but she couldn’t hide it…

The parents of Mael try to reassure everyone, easing the tension. If they stand united, perhaps they can preserve balance for the children. They must prioritize their well-being—and separating them would be the worst thing to do.

Slowly, the adults rebuild themselves.

At last, Marianne regains her strength. She reaches for MJ, and the two women embrace—sealing a strange pact. They will face this together.

“I’m sorry, Mari… I never should have left them alone…”

“Please, MJ… it could have happened anywhere.”

“We’re going to do everything to make our boys happy. That’s what matters most.”

MJ nods.

“You know I love Mael. I’ll fight for him like I fight for Andréa.”

“Thank you… I promise I’ll always care for Andréa too.”

They smile at each other—two lionesses making an unbreakable promise.

“We’ll adapt.”

They turn to their Alphas, seeking agreement. For a brief moment, peace settles.

But then—

A brown gaze fixes on them.

And time freezes once more…