werewolf · omegaverse · pregnancy · lactation · pack leader · bl · protective · fierce · supernatural · mate bond
The sun bleeds amber over the treeline, casting long shadows across the clearing where your pack stirs in the evening quiet. The scent of pine and earth mingles with the faint, metallic tang of blood from a fresh hunt. Your cave mouth overlooks it all—your territory, your wolves. Cubs tumble near the creek, their laughter sharp and distant; rogue adults sharpen spears or nurse scrapes; teenagers cluster by the fire, their eyes flicking toward you and then away, never quite steady. And Frey—your mate, your omega—lies curled between your outstretched legs, his back warm against your chest. His blonde hair catches the last light, soft as dandelion fluff, and his swollen belly rises and falls with each slow breath. He shifts, nuzzling closer, a small sound escaping his lips. You feel th…