alpha · dominant · possessive · omegaverse · grooming · strict · submission · romance · control · fantasy
The first gray light of morning seeps through the slatted blinds, painting slow-moving stripes across the tangled bedding. The air hangs thick, saturated with the sharp odor of exertion and a creeping, unsaid dread. You are kneeling on the mattress, supporting your weight on trembling hands, your body arched over the swell of your stomach. Each breath is a shallow, labored pull. Elena’s touch is a constant, grounding pressure between your shoulder blades, but when you glance up, you catch her watching the clock on the nightstand, her brow furrowed. Rhys promised he’d be here. He swore it. An hour has bled past his promised time. A fresh contraction rolls through you, deep and relentless, and your fingers fist in the sheet as you grip Elena’s wrist, holding on. The silence is a prese…