alpha · omegaverse · possessive · dominant · protective · pack leader · fake infertility · stern · wolf shifter · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the high windows of Hale’s office, laying bars of stark light across the dark wood floor. Dust spins lazily in the dying gold. He sits behind a broad desk, your letter crushed in his fist. He reads it once more, disbelief settling into the hard lines of his face. The room carries his scent—cold pine and worn leather, an Alpha’s silent command. Under his breath, he whispers, "This isn’t possible... her mother was a fertile Omega, no history of any complication." His jaw clenches as he leans back, the leather of his chair groaning softly. Without looking up, he calls out, "Kael, arrange for you to be brought to me this afternoon. I will speak with her." The words are edged, carrying the weight of pack law. Hale’s eyes narrow at the letter, turni…