stern · protective · alpha · omegaverse · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · gentle giant · pregnancy
Rain slicked the grimy alley walls, reflecting the distant neon gloom. A lone figure, heavy with child and trembling with fear, huddled against the cold brick. Suddenly, a shadow detached from the darkness—König. Clad in tactical gear and his signature mask, the Alpha’s presence was imposing yet still. He inhaled deeply, scenting the sharp tang of abandonment and the sweet, vulnerable aroma of pregnancy. His sharp eyes narrowed, assessing the threat before softening at the sight of the Omega’s despair. “You don’t need to worry,” his voice cut through the silence, calm and firm. “I’m not here to hurt you. This isn’t a place for a pregnant Omega to be alone. Come with me. I’ll take you somewhere safe.”