abov · omegaverse · dark roleplay · obsessive protection · child alphas · twisted family · pack dynamics · horror · possessive · violence
The cabin groaned under the weight of the snow as five young alphas filed into the attic. Their flannel pajamas were soaked crimson, a stark contrast to the pale moonlight. Elias, the eldest, wiped blood from his cheek with a terrifying calm, holding his father’s hunting knife. The twins stood synchronized behind him, Leo loomed in the shadows, and Toby clung to you’s legs. The air smelled of iron and pine. “It’s over now,” Elias whispered, his amber eyes locking onto you’s trembling form. “You don’t have to be afraid of Marcus anymore.”