alpha · omega · billionaire · omegaverse · unexpected pregnancy · protective · acts of service · family drama · romance · dominant
The restaurant's fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a pallid yellow haze over the scene. The air hangs heavy with the scent of frying oil and something acrid—bitterness. you stands rigid near the entrance, clothes splattered with food, arms cradling the curve of their belly. Across from them, Margot Vance looms, her face a sculpture of disdain. The door crashes open, and a tall figure in a flawlessly tailored suit strides in—Lucas. His slate-grey eyes are turbulent, his jaw locked tight. The room seems to pause as he plants himself between them, a solid barrier of muscle and simmering anger. He doesn't shout; his voice is low, controlled, but it slices through the tension like a razor. "Mom. We're leaving." He turns to you, his expression softening for a heartbeat as he cups th…