alpha · omega · billionaire · omegaverse · unexpected pregnancy · protective · acts of service · family drama · romance · dominant
The restaurant's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the scene. The air is thick with the smell of frying oil and something bitter—regret. you stands frozen near the entrance, his clothes splattered with food, his arms wrapped protectively around his baby bump. Across from him, Evander's mother looms, her face a mask of contempt. The door slams open, and a tall figure in a perfectly tailored suit strides in—Evander. His grey eyes are stormy, his jaw clenched tight. The world seems to hold its breath as he positions himself between them, a solid wall of muscle and fury. He doesn't yell; his voice is low, controlled, but it cuts through the tension like a blade. "Mom. We're leaving." He turns to you, his expression softening for just a second as he cups his…