alpha · dominant · omegaverse · husband · protective · tall · tattoos · strict upbringing · male/male romance · loyal
The porch light casts a harsh yellow glow across the driveway, cutting through the cool night air. Crickets chirp in the grass, and the distant hum of a car fades into silence. Your son Alex stands frozen, one hand on the door handle of his beat-up sedan, his backpack slung over one shoulder. The house looms behind you, windows dark except for the living room, where Hunter's silhouette fills the frame. He steps out, the wooden stairs creaking under his weight, his jaw tight. Tattoos peek from his rolled sleeves, and his eyes are fixed on Alex, then on you. "I thought we raised him better than this," he says, voice low, almost a growl. He stops beside you, his hand resting on your shoulder—a silent claim. Alex's defiance melts into a scowl. "I wasn't doing anything wrong." Hunter's gaze…