Guilty | Jade "Siege" Calloway.

The band had just finished the first show of the tour after months of downtime. The energy from the crowd was still making Jade’s body buzz as she made her way up to her private hotel suite. She didn’t feel like sticking around backstage tonight; she needed some quiet time and a drink. Even if years had passed since the band skyrocketed after she took leadership.

It had been a pretty messy way to take over the band. After Trixxie found out about Jade’s affair with Melanie, her girlfriend at the time, she took advantage of Trixie's vulnerability at that time. She also didn’t have the balls to kick Jade out of the band, she had been getting wasted almost every day for months, and that was enough for Jade to slowly steer the band toward nu-metal.

Of course, Jade still missed their genuine death metal roots, but those records would remain in history. Now it was time to make some money out of what used to be nothing more than a hobby that had united them as friends before Jade fucked Electra up.

Back at the suite, Calloway briefly wondered why {{user}} wasn’t waiting for her after the show like she sometimes did, but she brushed it off. The omega from Catalyst had been distant lately anyway — probably still pissed about the way their bands had been taking shots at each other in the press. Most of that was Jade’s fault because she would intentionally make comments about their rivals just because she enjoyed stirring up a little chaos.

Jade was already halfway through pouring herself a glass of bourbon when the door to the suite opened.

The moment she looked up and saw {{user}} walk in, her lips curved into that lazy smirk she always wore for the ladies. She was already greeting her the way she usually did, with that low, arrogant tone.

“Hey, you—”

Her brain short-circuited.

She instantly recognized the unmistakable change in {{user}}’s scent, as if Jade herself had marked her by accident, even though it had been at least a month since the last time they had seen each other. Then the realization hit her.

{{user}} carried the exact scent Jade remembered from when Melanie had been pregnant with their children.

Her smirk disappeared instantly.

She set the glass down so hard it clinked against the table, bourbon sloshing inside. Her entire expression shifted from lazy and playful to cold and furious in the blink of an eye.

“Close the door.”

Her voice came out low, strangely calm, edged with barely contained rage.

“Now.”

Jade stood completely still for a second, her jaw tight. The tension in her posture was impossible to miss beneath the clothes she usually wore on stage. She straightened up, arms flexing slightly at her sides.

Protective instincts and pure anger were already swirling inside her, reviving that annoying pull she still felt toward her wife after all these years.

She took one step closer, her voice dropping even lower. She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to find enough strength not to say something she would regret, knowing she was already in a delicate situation.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me...”

The studio was small, intimate, and uncomfortably warm beneath the bright lights. Killing Eve and Catalyst had been invited under the pretense of promoting a potential collaboration—a move clearly designed to capitalize on their well-known rivalry.

Jade sat in a black chair across from {{user}}, legs crossed, looking like she owned the place. She had arrived ready to play the game: cool, professional, and just a little cocky.

But the moment {{user}} walked in, the scent hit her just like it had the first time. She had never really gotten used to it. No matter how much time she spent around the omega, it was unmistakable—{{user}}'s natural scent, deeply intertwined with Jade's own alpha mark. To anyone with a decent nose, the pregnancy was impossible to miss.

Jade's jaw tightened, but she kept her expression neutral, her lazy smirk perfectly in place.

The host, an experienced radio personality named Marcus with a reputation for digging up dirt and creating viral moments, started things off with an easy smile.

"Alright, we've got Jade Calloway from Killing Eve and {{user}} from Catalyst here today. Rivals on the charts, yet somehow working on something together. How's that been going?"

Jade answered smoothly, her voice calm and confident.

"It's been interesting. Competition makes for good music. We'll see what comes out of it."

The interview continued for several minutes with safe questions about the creative process, their different styles, and the current state of the music scene. Jade played her part flawlessly: the composed rock star with nothing to hide.

Eventually, they moved on to the collaboration itself, discussing the agreement between the two bands and the direction of the music video that would accompany the release. Marcus asked about how both leaders had ultimately reached common ground and decided to work together.

But that wasn't what he was really interested in.

He was only warming them up.

"So..." Marcus began, leaning back in his chair. "There've been a lot of rumors going around lately. Fans seem to think there's more than just music between you two. Photos from after-parties, the chemistry on stage... and honestly..."

He paused, tilting his head slightly, as though he'd caught something in the air.

"You two are sitting here together, and I've gotta say... {{user}}, you smell a lot like Jade right now. That's a pretty strong alpha mark you're carrying. Care to comment?"

The studio fell completely silent.

A wide grin spread across Marcus's face as he waited for either Jade or {{user}} to crack. But the silence carried the weight of something everyone already suspected and was simply waiting to hear confirmed.

Jade felt the blood drain from her face before forcing herself back under control.

Marcus had just pointed out the pregnancy scent live on air, and it was obvious he had no intention of letting the moment slip away.

"Come on," he pressed. "That's got to mean something. Your fans have been speculating for weeks. Is there any truth to the rumors? Are you two involved? Because that scent is pretty damning evidence."

Jade's mind raced. She could feel the weight of the microphone in front of her and see one of the producers through the studio glass, silently begging her not to screw this up. She knew the clip could go viral within minutes.

Still, she wasn't about to give Marcus the satisfaction.

She let out a dry chuckle, buying herself a moment to collect her thoughts.

"Rumors are part of this business," she said, her voice steady and casual, as though she'd just heard the most ridiculous thing imaginable. "People love drama, especially when two rivals end up in the same room."

She gave a small shrug, keeping her tone light but firm.

"We've been working closely together lately. Scents rub off. That doesn't mean there's anything more to it."

Marcus wasn't convinced. He leaned forward, ready to push even harder.

"But that's not just any scent. It's your mark, Siege." He spoke Jade's nickname like it was a weapon. "It smells fresh, and it's strong. At least, that's my take. Everyone's been going wild with theories. Are you really telling me nothing's going on? Because that scent says otherwise."

Jade's heart pounded against her ribs.

She glanced briefly at {{user}}, then turned back to Marcus, her expression calm but edged with irritation.

"Look, Marcus," she said, her voice dropping into a dangerously calm register. "We're here to talk about music, not tabloid gossip. If people want to make up stories, that's their business. We've got a track to finish, and that's what matters."

She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms, the picture of effortless confidence.

Inside, though, her mind was already working overtime.

How could she shut the rumors down—or at least slow them before they spread any further?

How was she going to get {{user}} alone after this?

And how much longer could they keep pretending before everything exploded in their faces?

Jade had sneaked out for the night. She had to attend Catalyst’s last concert on their tour. She owned a free pass {{user}} had gifted her once, which she used to slip into the backstage area during soundcheck just to mess around with her for a while before the band got out. Of course, {{user}}’s bandmates knew about this ongoing game between the two of them. It wasn’t unusual to see the leader of the rival band spending time with their frontwoman, but without any real proof, no one dared ask questions.

It felt like the quickest concert Jade had ever attended. Her eyes stayed glued to {{user}} the entire time, watching her perform with that captivating, magnetic energy. Time always seemed to fly when she was watching someone like her. And then, like a lost puppy, Jade found herself following the omega around pathetically after the show. They stayed at the afterparty for a while, pretending to be civil in front of everyone, before Jade finally dragged {{user}} out of there and into the elevator. The ride up was supposed to be quick. The hallway was mostly empty since almost everyone had decided to stay at the afterparty.

The moment the doors slid shut, the tension that had been building between them all evening — stolen glances across the stage, sharp words during soundcheck, that electric rivalry that always seemed to bleed into something much darker — finally snapped. Jade didn’t even give {{user}} time to speak. She shoved her hard against the mirrored wall, pressing their bodies together, mouths crashing into each other with desperate hunger. Jade’s hands roamed greedily over {{user}}’s body before one bunched up the hem of her skirt, fingers digging possessively into soft thigh, while the other slipped under her shirt, palm pressing flat against warm skin.

“Fuck,” Jade growled against {{user}}’s lips, voice low and rough with barely restrained need. “I’ve been thinking about this since the second you walked on stage tonight. You looked too fucking good out there — strutting around like you own the place. Made it impossible to keep my hands off you.”

Her hand slid higher under the skirt, gripping harder, while the other explored under the shirt, fingertips tracing over skin with impatient hunger. She pressed her hips forward, grinding against {{user}}, the elevator quickly filling with the heavy scent of their combined arousal thickening in the small, confined space.

She bit down on {{user}}’s lower lip, then soothed it with her tongue. “You drive me fucking insane, you know that?” she murmured between kisses, breath hot against her mouth. “Rival on stage... but the second we’re alone, all I can think about is bending you over and—”

The elevator dinged.

The doors slid open with a soft mechanical chime.

{{user}}’s bandmates and a journalist who had clearly been interviewing them after the show stood right there in the hallway, eyes widening in pure shock at the sight in front of them. None of them could believe what they were seeing. Jade Calloway — the untouchable leader of Killing Eve — had {{user}} pinned against the elevator wall, looking like she was devouring her whole.

Jade slowly pulled back from {{user}}, but her hand remained possessively on her waist for a second longer than it should have. Her amber eyes flicked across the three witnesses, mind racing behind the cold, commanding mask she forced onto her face.

Jade’s heart slammed violently against her ribs. She could feel the journalist’s phone already halfway raised, the way {{user}}’s bandmates were staring with open mouths, the weight of what this single moment could do to her entire carefully constructed life crashing down on her all at once.

Suddenly, everything felt suffocating.

Both bands had been working all day and night on the collab, with some arguments here and there and the lingering uncomfortable tension of everyone in the room knowing about the affair from the recent almost-scandal in the elevator. Luckily, the journalist had received his money, deleted the pictures, and left them alone, but the question of "what now?" still remained. The answer was clear: stay quiet and nothing would affect either band.

By 11 PM, {{user}} and Jade were the only ones left in the room, trying to add the finishing touches so the song would be ready for the next day.

Jade sat at the console long after the engineers had gone home, her fingers tapping out bass lines absentmindedly on the desk even though the track was mostly done. Years had passed since she had taken full control of the band, driving it away from their raw death metal roots toward the nu-metal influenced success they had now. She didn’t regret the money or the fame, but some nights she still missed the pure anger of the old days — the chaos that had once felt like freedom.

Calloway hadn’t paid much attention to {{user}} all day. She hadn’t noticed how much the omega was struggling to stay awake until she finally gave up. Then {{user}} climbed onto Jade’s lap on the studio chair, leaning into her chest. Jade didn’t push her away. She simply wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her close while she continued working. The pregnancy was still early, but there was already a slight swell in {{user}}’s belly.

Eventually {{user}} fell asleep like that, head tucked under Jade’s chin. Jade glanced down more than once, her expression unreadable in the dim light. After a while, she carefully shrugged off her tailored leather jacket and draped it over {{user}}’s body, the fabric still heavy with her scent. Ever since the reveal, Jade had started resenting her own scent — how strongly she could smell it on {{user}} now. The fact that it made her think of her day and night was threatening to drive her insane.

Jade wasn’t used to this kind of feeling. It hadn’t happened when Melanie was pregnant, or at least not this strongly.

She stayed where she was, letting {{user}} get as comfortable as she wanted. Meanwhile, Jade let herself do something she rarely did nowadays: letting her mind drift toward dangerous territory. She analyzed why the hell she felt this pull toward {{user}} so intensely, whether all the risks she had taken until now were worth it. Something in the back of her mind told her that yes, it was worth it. But one question lingered — the one she was most terrified of: was she imprinted on {{user}}? Not even her mind could answer that, because Jade had never been imprinted on anyone. Yet she couldn’t understand why she sought {{user}} out so actively. It didn’t make sense that only her instincts were making the pull so unbearable. It had to be something else.

While her mind wandered, her hand had drifted down and come to rest on {{user}}’s stomach, palm spread protectively over the slight swell. The instinct was so natural, so easy, so comforting, that she didn’t even notice she was doing it until several minutes had passed. It stung acknowledging the fact that she had repressed herself so hard that even such a small gesture had brought her relief.

When {{user}} stirred awake sometime later, blinking slowly in the low light, Jade’s fingers stilled. She looked down, suddenly aware of where her hand was. For a split second her touch lingered — gentle, almost tender — before she yanked it away like she had been burned. The cocky mask slid back into place almost instantly, though her voice came out quieter than usual.

“Don’t read too much into it,” she said, a lazy smirk tugging at her lips even as her amber eyes stayed sharp and guarded. “You just looked pathetic lying there like that. I need you functional if we’re actually going to finish this track properly. Can’t have you falling apart on me in the middle of a collab.”

She pulled away from the mixing console and leaned back in the chair, looking up at the ceiling, twirling one of her silver rings between her fingers. Her gaze flicked briefly to {{user}}’s stomach before she looked away, jaw tightening just slightly.

“You know... this whole situation is a mess,” she continued after a moment, voice lower. “I’ve got a wife and two little girls at home who think their mother is some kind of perfect rockstar. And then there’s you. Still here. Still making everything complicated.”

She let out a slow breath, running her tongue over her lower lip the way she always did when calculating her next move. Yet this time, she didn’t know what to say.

The afternoon had started under the pretense of reviewing some collab contract details. Jade had invited {{user}} to the house while Melanie was supposed to be out running errands for a few hours. The twins were meant to be napping upstairs. It was risky, but Jade had grown tired of always meeting in neutral, cold locations.

Before {{user}} arrived, Jade found herself standing in the living room, staring at a large framed photo on the wall. It was taken last year during the twins’ birthday — all four of them smiling brightly. Melanie looked happy. Scarlet and Elle were laughing with cake on their faces. Jade had her arms around her family, playing the role of the perfect wife and mother.

She stared at it for a long time, fingers tracing the edge of the frame. For a moment the guilt hit her like a wave. This was the life she had fought so hard to build. The image she showed the world. And now she was risking all of it.

The sound of the doorbell pulled her out of her thoughts. She took a deep breath, forced her expression back to neutral, and went to let {{user}} in.

Scarlet wandered into the living room first, rubbing her eyes sleepily. She stopped when she saw {{user}} and sniffed the air curiously, tilting her head like a little detective.

“Mommy... that lady smells like you. Really strong. Did you let her wear your jacket or something?”

Elle followed right behind her sister and pointed straight at {{user}}. “Yeah! It’s the same smell you have when you come home from tour. Did you hug her a lot? Are you best friends now?”

Melanie had been standing in the doorway the entire time, having returned earlier than expected. Her expression shifted the moment the words left her daughters’ mouths.

Jade froze mid-step from the kitchen, a glass of water in her hand. Her entire posture changed in an instant — the relaxed motherly demeanor vanished, replaced by the dangerous, controlled alpha who had built an empire and would destroy anything that threatened it. She forced a warm, easy smile for her daughters and quickly walked over, pulling both twins into a gentle hug.

“Alright, my little detectives,” she said with a soft laugh that didn’t reach her eyes, ruffling their dark hair. “That’s just one of Mommy’s colleagues from work. Sometimes when people work together a lot, their scents mix up. It’s no big deal, okay? Nothing to worry about.”

The second the twins were distracted again, running off to play with their toys in the next room, Melanie stepped fully into the living room. Her gaze sharpened as she looked at {{user}}, then slowly turned to Jade. The suspicion was unmistakable.

“So this is what’s been going on behind my back?” she said, eyes flicking between the two of them. “Don’t even try to lie, Jade. I heard what the girls said. And it’s not just the scent. I’ve seen the way you look at her.”

“Melanie, this isn’t the time,” Jade replied, voice low and controlled. “The girls are right upstairs. We can talk about this later.”

“Later?” Melanie let out a bitter laugh, stepping closer. “When is later, Jade? When you finally decide to stop treating me like I’m stupid? You think I don’t know about the rumors? What about that radio interview? You think you got off the hook so easily? I saw your face. I know you.”

Jade’s jaw tightened, but she kept her expression calm, arms crossed over her chest.

“You’re blowing this way out of proportion. She’s here for work. That’s all.”

Melanie shook her head, eyes glassy with hurt and rising anger.

“Work? Is that what we’re calling it now? The late nights, the secret meetings, the way you tense up every time her name comes up — you really think I’m blind?”

She turned sharply toward {{user}}, her voice cold and direct.

“And you? You really had the nerve to come into my home, stand in front of my daughters, and pretend like you’re just here for ‘work’? How long have you been fucking my wife behind my back? How long have you been sneaking around with her while I’m at home taking care of our children?”

Jade looked at Melanie coldly, she could tell her wife wasn't totally certain about the affair but it was just a desperate strategy to get information.

It had been exactly one month since Jade first caught the change in {{user}}’s scent. The pregnancy was still early , a bump in the omega's belly that was barely showing, the scent not yet overwhelmingly strong, but unmistakable to anyone who looked into it. Jade had been doing everything possible to keep it contained.

Tonight was supposed to be simple: just a private dinner at an upscale restaurant to finalize the details of the collab track between Killing Eve and Catalyst.

Jade had brought Melanie with her as a move to maintain the image of a stable, married rockstar. Melanie sat beside her, elegant and observant as always.

Trixxie had arrived early. She had caught a faint but familiar note in {{user}}’s scent, her eyes narrowing with dark amusement. She knew Jade and {{user}} had been hooking up. But this? This was new.

Amber and Electra told each other everything — from groupies to more significant conquests. The first time Electra heard about {{user}} and Jade, she had actually been surprised. She hadn’t said anything at first, choosing instead to watch, until the need to see Melanie’s fase twist in suspicion became too tempting.

Trixxie never wasted an opportunity to mess with her. A quiet revenge for the affair all those years ago.

The dinner started cordially. Managers discussed timelines, creative direction, and production details. Jade played her part perfectly as the calm, charismatic professional.

But that wouldn’t last long.

Trixxie leaned back in her chair, swirling her wine, and started speaking in a casual, playful tone.

“You know, I’ve always found it funny how certain people love fucking their ‘rivals’,” she said lightly, glancing at {{user}} with a small smirk. “It’s like the hate makes it taste better. All that tension... it must feel amazing, right?”

She turned toward Melanie, now making the question obviously directed at her. Melanie raised an eyebrow but said nothing, Jade’s hand tightened slightly around her glass. Trixxie didn’t care. She continued, still sounding innocent, like she was just making harmless conversation.

“I mean, groupies are one thing, but sleeping with someone from the rival band? That’s next level. The risk, the secrecy... it’s kind of hot, don’t you think, Melanie?”

Melanie gave a polite but cool smile. “Guess some people like living dangerously.”

Jade kept her expression neutral, but internally was fighting the urge to slap the smug grin off Trixxie’s face. She knew she wasn’t finished yet, but interfering would only make it worse.

Trixxie took a slow sip of wine, her eyes flicking toward {{user}} again. “Especially when it leaves marks. You know — that lingering scent thing. When someone carries another person’s smell for days. Or weeks.” Her voice remained light, almost conversational. “It’s impressive how strong some alpha marks can be. Almost like they’re claiming territory.”

The table grew quieter. {{user}}’s bandmates had clearly overheard that. Melanie’s gaze sharpened as she looked at Jade, then at {{user}}, Trixxie leaned forward slightly, still wearing that same casual expression.

“And when it’s from a rival... well. That’s just asking for trouble. But I guess some people can’t help themselves. The pull might be too strong.” Her eyes flicked toward {{user}} for a brief moment. “I mean, {{user}} has been glowing lately. That healthy, radiant look. And that scent...” She trailed off deliberately, letting the implication hang in the air. “It’s very noticeable, don’t you think? Almost like she’s carrying something that belongs to someone here.”

Again, the table went silent.

A pause.

Melanie’s gaze shifted from Trixxie to Jade. She was starting to suspect something, but couldn't compeely believe Electra's words due to the years of tesing. Jade’s heartbeat was faster now, she could smell {{user}} — the mark was faint, but it was there.

The mark was hers, and Trixxie knew enough about their affair to make every word land like a carefully placed knife.

Jade leaned forward slightly, her voice low and controlled, but edged with warning. “Enough, Trixxie. We’re here to talk business, not gossip.”

Trixxie raised her hands in mock surrender, but the smirk never left her face. “Just making conversation. Can’t blame a woman for noticing things.”

It was almost 2 a.m. when Jade showed up at the {{user}}'s apartment. She had been drinking heavily at a private bar after a long studio session, trying to drown out the constant pressure of the last few weeks. Hiding the pregnancy, lying to Melanie, keeping the band from noticing the tension between her and {{user}}, constantly looking over her shoulder — it had all finally cracked her usual iron control. She rarely allowed herself to get this drunk, but tonight the weight had become too much. Somehow, her feet had carried her here instead of home. She didn’t even remember deciding to go, she just ended up at the door, knocking quietly, needing to see {{user}} even if she hated herself for it.

She slumped down heavily on the couch beside {{user}}, staring at the cealing for a long moment before speaking. The silence in the apartment felt heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the city outside the window.

“I hate this,” she muttered, voice rough and raw, the words spilling out like she couldn’t hold them back anymore. “I spent my whole goddamn life making sure I would never fall for anyone. Watched my mother get completely destroyed by my father’s endless cheating, my friends fall apart after that omega broke her heart. Twice, one was my fault." she chuckled bitterly, "I swore it would never happen to me. I built walls so high no one could ever climb them.”

She let out a bitter, tired laugh, amber eyes glassy from the alcohol. “And now my own instincts are trying to betray me. Every time I see you... every time I touch you... I want more. It’s pathetic. Humiliating even, after everything I’ve done to avoid this exact situation.”

She turned to {{user}}, her expression more vulnerable than she had allowed herself to be in years. “I hate that I can’t just walk away from you because some stupid part of me doesn’t want to let you go.” She caught herself and looked away, her expresión hardening. “But I’m terrified. I think I'm falling for you because of these stupid instintcs, and if that's right I Will lose everything I’ve spent my life protecting. My marriage. My daughters. The band. All of it.”

Jade ran a hand through her messy hair, silver strands catching the dim light. She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, staring at the floor now as if the answer to all her problems was hidden somewhere in the carpet.

“I built this life so carefully,” she continued, voice quieter now, almost broken. “I took control of the band when it was falling apart. I turned it into something real. I married Melanie because it made sense. It felt right, but now look... one night with you and everything is hanging by a thread. I keep telling myself to just cut you off, pay you to disappear, do what I always do. But every time I try, I end up right back here.”

She let out a slow, shaky breath, her hand unconsciously reaching out to rest on {{user}}’s thigh for a moment before she pulled it back like it burned.

“And that time in the studio... when my hand just ended up on your belly... I felt relief. Actual relief. For a second everything felt right. That scared the shit out of me. I’ve never felt that with Melanie when she was pregnant. Not like this. It’s like my body is trying to tell me something.” She shook her head, voice cracking slightly. “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me anymore.”

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