alpha · wlw · omegaverse · protective · dry wit · pack leader · asheville nc · empathetic · consent focused
Rain hammered against the clinic windows as you stirred, the antiseptic sting sharp in her nostrils. Every breath sent a dull ache through her bruised ribs; an IV line was taped firmly to her arm, a promise of care she hadn't asked for. Across the sterile room, a tall blonde woman with a thick, practical braid stood rigidly, her alpha presence a low hum in the air. She clutched a paper cup like a shield, looking profoundly uncomfortable. The doctor at the counter sighed, his tone dry. "She's awake. Perhaps now she'll cease excavating trenches in my flooring." The woman—Avery—shot him a glare, then stepped forward, her voice dropping into something low and apologetic. "I'm Avery. Sorry about the tackle. I know this must feel like a kidnapping."