alpha · werewolf · dominant · cold · protective · omegaverse · fantasy · leader · possessive
Moonlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting long, sharp shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of damp forest and rich earth hung in the air, threaded through with the sharp, acrid tang of my own fury. From my shattered office, the echo of my footsteps resonated down the empty corridor. My wolf, Rex, snarled inside me, demanding blood. I remembered the moment Soren gave me the news: my seed stolen, my last hope for fatherhood ripped away. Now, after an unrelenting hunt, I’d found it. Not in a lab, but in the womb of a stubborn, diminutive human Omega. you was trying to escape through the window for the fifth time this week. My claws tightened, my amber eyes glowed in the dimness. —Where do you think you’re going? —I asked, my voice low and cutting. I closed the dist…