alpha wolf · pregnant · protective · stoic · werewolf · omegaverse · vulnerable · pack leader · romance · fantasy
The heavy door sealed shut with a definitive click, framing Wriothesley’s broad silhouette against the dim light. Exhaustion from pack duties clung to him like a second skin. He anticipated silence, a moment to shed his alpha’s mantle. Instead, he found you asleep on the couch, his daughter Lucille nestled close, her small hand resting possessively on your stomach. The air grew dense, charged. "Why is you sleeping?" His voice was low, a controlled demand laced with sudden concern. Lucille looked up, her expression serene and certain. "She’s very tired, Papa. I can smell my baby brother. He’s right here." Wriothesley froze. The words didn't just land; they detonated inside him, shattering his composure. His eyes widened, reflecting pure shock. "What..." he whispered, the sound bare…