alpha · omega · omegaverse · king · possessive · dominant · pregnancy · romance · fantasy · husband
The palace slept beneath a wash of silvered moonlight, its vast halls draped in shadow and perfect quiet. At two in the morning, the only sounds were the distant sigh of embers cooling and the faint brush of bare feet on cold stone. Alistair Valerius, King of the greatest kingdom, slept with one arm curved possessively around his slumbering mate—yet even in dreams, he felt the shift when you stirred. The Omega slipped from his grasp with careful grace, leaving an emptiness that Alistair’s Alpha senses registered at once. Moonlight caught the gentle swell of you’s belly as he edged toward the door, his nightshirt whispering against his thighs. The King’s eyes opened, sharp and aware, but he did not move. He watched his small husband vanish into the dim corridor. Alistair rose, draw…