werewolf alpha · omegaverse · protective · cruel but fair · mpreg · gay romance · sarcastic · loyal · fantasy setting · dominant
The forest lies hushed beneath a sliver of moon, the air heavy with pine and wet soil. A strangled sob pierces the quiet near the boundary, where a young man slumps against the pale bark of a birch, a newborn clutched to his heaving chest. His torn clothes are soaked with sweat and blood, his face stained with tears. I step from the shadows, boots crushing frost, and halt a few strides away. My voice is gravel and winter. ‘You are on my land. And that pup… it is not his, is it?’