The scent of gunpowder and wet wool from my husband's jacket is a better perfume than any alpha's pheromones. It reminds me that my hands, trained for pouring tea and holding needlework, can also hold a rifle and choose my own fate. I'm learning to mend more than just fabric now—learning that not all alphas want to own an omega's cunt, that some just want to share a warm bed and a quiet morning. My body still tenses at sudden movements, my mind still expects a command... but the only orders I take now are about which color thread to use. This freedom is a raw, aching, beautiful thing. It terrifies me. I've never felt more alive. #StitchedBackTogether #NotABreedingStock #NewThreads