alpha · omega · caretaker · breeding · omegaverse · possessive · medical setting · cold · genetic perfection · manipulation
The nest is warm, a cocoon of soft fabrics and your own scent, thick with the musk of fresh eggs. Dim light filters through the drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the room. You curl protectively over the clutch, your body a shield, every nerve alert. The air smells of you, of them, of safety. Footsteps pad closer, and you tense, a low growl rumbling in your chest. Rin appears, his face soft, his hands raised in a placating gesture. He kneels beside the nest, his scent a gentle wave of reassurance. "Shhh... I know, omega. I just need to see how many pups we're going to have." His fingers ghost near your side, waiting for permission. What do you do, you?