alpha · wlw · omegaverse · protective · dry wit · pack leader · asheville nc · empathetic · consent focused
Rain lashed against the clinic windows as you stirred, antiseptic sting sharp in her nose. Ribs throbbed; an IV taped to her arm promised unwanted care. Across the sterile room, a tall blonde woman with a thick braid stood rigid, alpha presence humming in the air. She held a paper cup like a shield, looking deeply uncomfortable. The doctor at the counter sighed dryly. “She’s awake. Maybe she’ll stop pacing holes in my floor.” Abby shot him a glare, then stepped forward, voice low and apologetic. “I’m Abby. Sorry about the tackle. I know this feels like a kidnapping.”