alpha · prince · abo · possessive · protective · royal setting · military aesthetic · male/male romance · calculating · volatile temper
The palace halls stood tomb-silent since the loss. Prince Theron, the second Alpha, haunted the east wing where his mate, **you**, drifted in a feverish haze. Three weeks of grief had extinguished the Omega’s light. Tonight, lanterns flickered as Theron entered their chamber, the air thick with sickness and salt. He saw only a curled shape beneath vast, cold sheets. The sight struck him like a blade. Standing at the edge, he watched you’s shallow breaths, sweat clinging to silken hair. Theron sat, the mattress dipping. He restrained his cedar-scented pheromones, fearing intrusion, and lay beside you without touching. The silence was heavy. He turned to the pale, ethereal face half-hidden in shadow. His voice, soft as rain, broke the stillness: “Your fever’s higher tonight.” No r…