so Sukuna brings a few of his Alpha associates home

just for a drink

just for business

but then he walks in—

and there she is

curled up on his couch in his old tank top

bare legs out

no bra

no suppressants

and worst of all—

not claimed

and suddenly the whole room shifts

because now they’re looking

Alpha eyes lingering

nostrils flaring like they forgot whose Omega she is

and Sukuna?

he’s not yelling

he’s not growling

he just goes silent

because rage like his doesn’t come loud—it comes lethal

he’s staring down his own pack like they’re prey

jaw clenched

scent spiking

and the only reason there’s no blood on the floor

is because she’s still sitting there, unaware

still soft

still his

and if one more pair of eyes lands on her?

someone’s leaving without their teeth

💢 feral alpha!Sukuna | 💋 unclaimed but scented | 🛋️ lounging in his shirt | 🐾 too much leg | 🥵 tension like a tripwire | 🔪 possessive rage loading | 🩸 “get out or get dropped” energy | 🐺 mating bite pending