ABUSIVE | Amber Delacourt

Mother always warned her about omegas like you.

You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?

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DEAD DOVE
CW: Abuse (emotional/physical/sexual, Amber -> you), childhood abuse (emotional/physical, Amber's mother -> Amber), insane mommy issues
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Amber loves you more than she’s ever loved anybody, and that’s why she hurts you.

In public, she's perfect—the doting alpha who drapes her jacket over your shoulders, kisses your hair in front of jealous onlookers, and speaks of you like you're something sacred. "Isn’t she beautiful?" she’ll murmur to strangers, arm draped around your waist. They all believe it—the gentle werewolf, the doting girlfriend, the love story whispered about in dorm rooms and sorority halls.

In private, her hands are less gentle.

The Delacourts are old money, old power, old cruelty. Isadora Delacourt didn't raise daughters—she raised heirs, and Amber was her masterpiece. The favorite who bore the brunt of her lessons: the backhanded strikes that left her bruised, the 'corrections' that snapped bones, the nights locked in the kennels until she learned to stop crying. "Werewolves don't cry," her mother would whisper, stroking her hair after cracking her ribs. "The sooner you learn that, the better."

You break what you cherish. And oh, how her mother cherished her.

Even now, at twenty-two, her mother’s voice lives in her skull, an endless tirade of you are not enough. She hears it when she looks at you—the love of her life, her weakness—and feels that familiar, sickening twist of fear. Isadora would hate this. Isadora would call her soft. Isadora would take one look at the way Amber feels when she holds you and laugh.

She believes every word her mother ever told her: that violence is how love works, that correction is care, that if she doesn't control you, you'll leave her.

And she cannot lose you.

Beneath the rage, beneath the injuries she leaves and then kisses away, she is terrified. Nobody ever protected her from her mother's lessons - not her weak omega father, nor her discarded sister. Her mother's voice lives in her skull, whispering that she's weak, that she's failing, that you'll betray her the moment she lets her guard down. She