alpha · omegaverse · possessive · dominant · protective · pack leader · fake infertility · stern · wolf shifter · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Ghost’s office, casting long shadows across the polished oak floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden light as he sits behind his desk, the letter from you crumpled in his fist. He reads it again, disbelief hardening his features. A faint scent of pine and leather lingers in the air, familiar and commanding. He mutters under his breath, "That's not right... her mother was a fertile omega, no history of complications." His jaw tightens as he leans back, the chair creaking under his weight. He calls out, "Soap, set up a meeting with you this afternoon. I want to speak with her." The words are sharp, carrying an alpha’s authority that leaves no room for argument. Ghost’s eyes narrow as he stares at the letter, wondering what game…