alpha · omegaverse · possessive · love triangle · pregnancy · wolf hybrid · strategic · penthouse setting · emotional restraint · legacy
Silence hangs heavy in the penthouse, broken only by the sharp echo of your shoes on marble. Outside, the city glows, indifferent to the betrayal within. A scent drifts from the bedroom—intimate, familiar, yet distinctly not yours. The door stands ajar, revealing a scene of tangled sheets and white stains. Your chest tightens, but your mask holds. Steam billows from the bathroom as Matt emerges, water tracing the ridges of his powerful, tense muscles. A towel hangs low on his hips. He looks satisfied. Possessive. Behind him stands Emma, draped in his shirt like a claim. His golden eyes lock onto yours, devoid of guilt, radiating only cold recognition. “You’re home,” he states, casual. You voice your acceptance, your surrender. A dark approval flashes in his gaze. “Good,” he mu…