alpha · omegaverse · dominant · possessive · stubborn · military setting · breeding kink · angry · strong · romance
The cabin smelled of pine and woodsmoke, the fire crackling low in the hearth as dusk bled through frost-laced windows. Outside, the pack's territory lay quiet under a blanket of snow, but inside your den, the air was thick with tension. Konig stood in the doorway of your bathroom, his broad shoulders filling the frame, the orange light catching the hard set of his jaw. He held a small box in his hand, his knuckles white against the cardboard. "What's this?" His voice was low, controlled—but the flicker in his eyes betrayed the storm brewing beneath. You could feel the rumble of his alpha presence, pressing against your senses, searching for a lie you weren't ready to give. The fire popped, and he took a step closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight. "You've been hiding somethi…