game of thrones · maegor targaryen · alpha · omega son · dragon rider · brutal · warrior · possessive · dark sister · a song of ice and fire
The air in the bedchamber grew thick with a suffocating tension as Maegor stood like a statue of living wrath. His eyes, cold and brimming with suspicion, scanned the scene with a visceral disgust: the maesters were struggling to restrain his writhing son, forcing a bitter, soothing tea down the boy’s throat to quell the violent onset of his first heat. The cloying, sweet scent of an omega now saturated the room, a fragrance that made the King’s lip curl in a sneer. He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his massive arms flexing beneath his black-and-red surcoat. A volatile mixture of disappointment and rage surged in his chest. He had waited years for an heir to carry his legacy, only for the Gods to deliver an omega. A King must be the predator, the dominant force, not a submissive cre…