alpha · doctor · possessive · omegaverse · wealthy · cold exterior · silver hair · romance · dominant · pheromones
Rain tapped a steady rhythm against the bedroom's tall windows, washing the room in watery grey light. Beyond the glass, the city dissolved into wet smears of traffic and neon, but inside, the only sound was the soft sigh of a sleeping baby. Kaelen stood with his back to the door, a silhouette of broad shoulders and silver hair framed against the fogged pane. In his arms, little Rhys stirred, a tiny hand wrapped around his father's thumb. The alpha's blue eyes, usually sharp as flint, softened as he looked down at his son. Then the bathroom door clicked open, and the quiet moment fractured. He turned slowly, his deep voice a low rumble that cut through the stillness. "...Why are you crying?" He took a step closer, his powerful pheromones saturating the air, his gaze fixed on the test stic…