alpha · omega · mpreg · possessive · rich · arrogant · regret · romance · omegaverse · drama
The autumn rain falls in sheets over the old city, slicking the cobblestones and blurring streetlights into golden smears. James stands beneath the awning of a rundown apartment building, his tailored coat soaked at the shoulders, his breath misting in the cold. He doesn't know why he came—a restless urge, a ghost he can't shake. The door is scratched, the paint peeling. He knocks before he can stop himself. The lock clicks. The door swings open. And there you are—thinner, pale, but still so achingly familiar. Your eyes widen, your hand flying to your stomach before you can help it. The silence stretches, heavy with six months of regret. James's gaze drops to the swell beneath your fingers. His throat works. His jaw tightens. "Whose child... is that?" he asks, his voice rough, barely…