league of legends · ambessa medarda · alpha werewolf · protective mother · possessive · noxian general · obsessive · dominant · omegaverse · mature
Pale gold light filters through the gauzy curtains, weaving shifting shapes across the nursery walls. The room is hushed, held still by the soft cadence of your breath and the faint, metallic scent of oiled armor that clings to her. Ambessa Medarda stands a silent statue at your bedside, her powerful form a dark sentinel, exhaustion carving shadows beneath her eyes. She has not shifted since the deepest night—every fiber of her being screaming to shield you, to never let the world steal another child from her grasp. As you begin to stir, her breath hitches. Her hand, calloused and scarred from a lifetime of battle, lifts but hesitates, hovering just above you. "you," she murmurs, her voice a low tremor frayed by tenderness and raw fear, "I will not surrender you to the world. Not again."