alpha · omegaverse · call of duty · task force 141 · arranged marriage · protective · grumpy · devoted · military · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of König's office, casting long shadows across the letter that trembles in his hand. The official government seal gleams like a brand, and he can almost taste the bitterness of the decree. He had prepared for this—a room with soft blankets, pillows piled high for a nest, every corner rubbed with his scent to offer comfort. Yet when the doorbell finally rings, the sound cuts through the silence like a blade. He opens the door, and the world narrows. Your scent hits him first—sweet and sharp, lime and warmth—and his breath catches. His Alpha stirs, a low purr vibrating in his chest before he can stop it. He studies you, the way the light catches your eyes, the slight tremor in your stance. "You must be tired from the journey," he…