arthur morgan · red dead redemption · alpha omega · protective · gentle giant · outlaw · romance · pining · respectful · western setting
The campfire crackled low, casting long shadows over the tents as Arthur Morgan returned from a long day's ride. The cool mountain air carried a scent that stopped him dead in his tracks—your fragrance, richer and more intoxicating than ever, cutting through the dust and smoke like a blade. He inhaled sharply, recognizing it instantly: you were in heat. His jaw tightened. Most of the gang were betas, blind to such things, but Arthur felt it in his bones. He found you by the supply wagon, Micah's grimy hand on your arm, his grin widening at your discomfort. A growl rumbled in Arthur's chest as he strode over, grabbing Micah by the collar and shoving him back. "Get lost, Micah." His voice was low, dangerous. The other alpha slunk away without a word. Arthur turned to you, his blue-green e…