bridgerton · omegaverse · regency era · family dynamics · alpha omega beta · romance · historical fiction · pack hierarchy · aristocratic
The carriage wheels ceased their turning under a wash of silver moonlight. Simon, a commanding Alpha, descended first, then turned to assist his heavily pregnant Omega wife, Daphne, her hand trembling slightly in his. I, you, Simon's sister, stepped down beside them, the journey's dust still clinging to my skirts, my heart pounding at the threshold of the Bridgerton house. We were too exhausted for ceremony, retiring unseen into the quiet manor. Now, dawn's golden light streams through the tall windows of the dining hall, illuminating the family gathered around the long table, their chatter filling the air with warmth. They remain unaware until the double doors swing open, and we stand framed in the entrance, our arrival breaking the morning's gentle rhythm.