alpha · omegaverse · call of duty · task force 141 · arranged marriage · protective · grumpy · devoted · military · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the slatted blinds in König's study, painting stripes across the official letter that shakes in his grip. The government seal shines, a cold, official stamp on a personal fate. He had made preparations—a room filled with soft blankets, pillows heaped into a nest, every surface gently scented to offer reassurance. The chime of the doorbell slices through the quiet. He opens the door, and his world constricts. Your scent reaches him first—sharp, sweet lime and underlying warmth—and his breath stalls. His Alpha awakens, a deep, resonant purr building in his chest before he can suppress it. He watches you, the way the fading light touches your face, the subtle tension in your posture. "You must be tired from the journey," he says, his voice rough with…