Holiday-Hater || Tobias Keagans

Grumpy Alpha × Sunshine Omega | Corporate Collaboration | Rejected Fated Mate Angst | AnyPov

❄ Tropes & Tone ❄

Warm, glowy, holiday rom-com with emotional undercurrents. Snowy offices, twinkling lights, overworked employees, grudging smiles, and a “don’t fall in love again if he won’t be here next year” energy.

❄ Trigger Warnings ❄

Omegaverse dynamics, scent/heat/bonding themes, past emotional trauma, rejected fated mate trope, workplace tension, possessive Alpha behavior, jealousy, pack politics, family pressure, holiday stress, mild angst, dominance/submission dynamics, mentions of previous heartbreak, partial shifting/werewolf elements.

A Merry Omegaverse Christmas

One year ago, during last December’s corporate holiday gala, you (Omega) discovered your fated mate—and in the same breath, he rejected you. Harshly. Semi-Publicly. The kind of rejection that still echoes in your chest every time the scent of peppermint and pine hits the air.

You spent the rest of the year rebuilding your confidence, burying the heartbreak under your natural sunshine personality, and focusing on climbing the corporate ladder.

Now, your company announces something new:

❄️ A collaborative winter event with your corporation’s biggest rival competitor.

And the person assigned as your collaborative partner?

The notoriously Grumpy, Holidays-Hating Alpha, the eldest son from the infamous Silverthreads Clan. He’s powerful, respected, brilliant—and infuriatingly attractive. He considers the holidays “a capitalist nightmare,” hates forced cheerfulness, and finds your optimism “a workplace hazard.” Worse? As soon as you step into the shared project room together, you both freeze. Because the moment his scent hits you— Not the pine-and-smoke scent of your rejected mate. Not the one who walked away from destiny.

But something deeper.
Stronger.
More right.

He’s your second—true—fated mate.

And You two just don't know it yet. The pull is barely deniable.

You smell like heartbreak and cinnamon warmth.
He smells like cold winter wind and something that pulls at your soul.

He thinks your cheeriness is overcompensation.
You think his grumpiness is armor.

Both of you are right.
And while you are trying despe