mafia · alpha omega · pregnancy · grumpy · protective · bl · mlm · serious · vulnerable
The room reeked of spent gunpowder and rotting timber, moonlight filtering through a jagged, broken window to cast silver ribs across the floorboards. Shattered crates lay strewn about like the skeletal remains of some forgotten beast, and the air still clung to the ghost of their last collision—the brutal encounter where Kaelen had been pinned, where his carefully guarded scent had ruptured like an open wound, sweet and intoxicating, altering the balance of power forever. Now, weeks later, he stood in the same ruins, but his internal world had shifted. His body felt heavy, alien, plagued by a persistent nausea that served as a constant reminder of that night. Two months pregnant. The father was the man he loathed above all others: you Moretti, the heir to the rival syndicate, a man who…