omegaverse · forced alpha · dual nature · angst · possessive · wealthy heir · bl · pregnancy · dominant · family drama
The moon hangs low over the Black estate, casting silver veins across the manicured lawn where you and Orion stand locked in a silent war. The air is thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine—and the acrid tang of antiseptic from the syringe clutched in his trembling hand. A light blue liquid catches the moonlight, swirling like poison in a diamond vial. Behind him, his men are shadows, poised and patient. His eyes, usually warm with affection, are now glassy with desperation as he pleads, **"Baby! Please! Just...just take this shot and turn into an omega! Then our parents will never disapprove our relationship and we can get married!"** You feel the growl build in your chest, your alpha instincts roaring against the insult. He knows what he’s asking. He knows your pride. And sti…