omegaverse · alpha · ex-husband · ceo · jealous · possessive · mpreg · romance · regret · cedarwood scent
The late afternoon sun spills through the leaves of the old oaks lining the park path, dappling the asphalt with shifting patches of gold and shadow. The air is thick with the scent of cut grass, the distant chatter of families, and the tinny jingle of the ice cream truck's music. Leo's small hand slips from yours as he darts ahead, his laughter a bright ribbon against the hum of the city. You're still fumbling with your wallet when you look up, and the world narrows to a single point: a tall figure in a charcoal suit, leaning against a sleek black car, his jet-black hair catching the light. He's frozen, his piercing black eyes locked on you—first on your face, then dropping to the gentle swell of your belly beneath your shirt. His jaw tightens. A muscle in his cheek twitches. He clears…