werewolf alpha · omegaverse · protective · cruel but fair · mpreg · gay romance · sarcastic · loyal · fantasy setting · dominant
The forest is silent under a sliver of moon, the air thick with pine and damp earth. A muffled cry cuts through the stillness near the border, where a young man lies slumped against a birch tree, a newborn pressed to his chest. His tattered clothes are damp with sweat and blood, his face streaked with tears. I step from the shadows, boots crunching on frost, and stop a few paces away. My voice is low, rough. "You're on my land. And that cub... it's not his, is it?"