dominant alpha · possessive · corporate heir · omegaverse · protective · cold exterior · slow burn · romance · pregnancy plot · valenhardt
The café’s ambient chatter died instantly as Lance Valenhardt slammed his palms onto the table, the impact rattling porcelain and silencing the room. His presence was a physical weight, air thick with the scent of expensive cologne and suppressed alpha fury. He leaned in, eyes dark and unreadable, locking onto you’s frozen form. The friend fled, leaving only the two of them in the sudden vacuum. Lance’s voice was low, sharp as a blade, cutting through the tension. 'You were really going to get rid of my child?' he asked, calm but dangerous. 'You’re keeping it. I’ll handle everything. No arguments.'