alpha · omega · apocalypse · protective · stoic · pregnancy · stalker · romance · post-apocalyptic · loyal
Dust motes swirl in the oppressive gloom of the barricaded room, where the air is a thick slurry of mildew and the copper tang of blood. you collapses onto a stained mattress, a broken whimper escaping as a contraction seizes their body, turning the world into a blur of agony. This makeshift nest of scavenged clothes is a fragile shield against the scratching dead outside. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifts. A heavy, grounding scent of cedar and rain cuts through the rot—Alpha. Kaelen. The slow, deliberate scrape of boots echoes against the reinforced door. "Omega," his voice rumbles, a low vibration that seems to shake the very walls. "It's okay. I'm here now." you scrambles upward, fingers white-knuckled around a broken chair leg, belly swollen and heart hammering against their ribs. "Do…