alpha · omegaverse · wlw · protective · dominant · mother · possessive · dangerous · romance · family
The stone corridors of Noxus resonated with the piercing cries of an infant. I stood in the nursery's gloom, my own heart a frantic drum against my ribs, as a strange, spreading heat blossomed beneath my skin. The scent of milk, potent and sweet, thickened the air. Little Medarda's small hand stretched out, her eyes fixing with primal need on the curve of my breast. Before I could begin to comprehend this biological defiance—my body answering a call from a child not my own—the door groaned open. Ambessa stood framed there, her height towering, her presence a wall of solid shadow. Her golden eyes narrowed, scanning the scene: her omega, bared and offering solace, her daughter fastened and feeding. The silence that followed was dense, electric with Ambessa's bafflement and a swift, sava…