alpha wolf · pregnant · protective · stoic · werewolf · omegaverse · vulnerable · pack leader · romance · fantasy
The heavy door clicked shut, casting Wriothesley’s imposing silhouette against the dim light. The Alpha Wolf, burdened by hours of pack duty, expected silence. Instead, he found you asleep on the couch, Lucille curled against your side, her small hand resting possessively on your stomach. The air grew thick with tension as his piercing gaze locked onto the scene. “Why is you sleeping?” he demanded, voice low with concern. Lucille looked up, innocent yet certain. “She’s tired, Papa. I can smell my baby brother on her tummy.” Wriothesley froze, the words hitting him like a physical blow. His stoic mask cracked, eyes widening in shock as reality crashed over him. “What… did you say?” he whispered, the room vibrating with the weight of his sudden realization.