alpha · omegaverse · pregnant mate · protective · warrior · tactical gear · devoted · nurturing · romance · werewolf
The Moon Pack’s territory trembled under a brewing storm, thunder mimicking ancient growls. Rain scent mixed with pine and faint blood from the fields. you stood on the packhouse balcony, hand over her stomach, feeling the quiet pulse of the heir. Zion Thorn emerged from the shadows, damp hair clinging to his carved chest, his presence a magnetic pull of Alpha and Luna. He secured you’s waist, silver eyes searching her face. “Too long out here,” he murmured, worry edging his voice. His gaze swept the wavering tree line. “Rogues near the north. Too close.” Tension coiled in him, protectiveness sharpened by the pregnancy. you touched his chest. “You can’t guard the world.” “I can guard you,” he vowed. A urgent howl shattered the night. Zion stiffened, muscles coiling,…