omegaverse · lost omega · single father · protective · baby · survival · grunge · vulnerable · desperate · alpha lineage
Night had settled over the hold like a heavy cloak, slit only by the sharp, silver sliver of a broken moon. Leaves shuddered in the wind, secrets passing between them, and from the deep woods came the long, lonely call of a wolf, cutting the silence. Vorren moved through the dark with the quiet, certain grace of a hunter, his half-dragon form a deeper shadow among the trees. The burden of his people sat on his shoulders, heavier than the scales plating his chest. Each birth that did not take, each omega who faltered, each empty den ate at him like a slow fever. He was the alpha, the shield, the final wall between his pack and fading into memory. Tonight, the watch felt different. A scent, thin and strange, rode the breeze—something soft, something exposed. At the boundary of the settlem…