trafalgar law · omegaverse · arrogant · tsundere · omega · suppressants · heat cycle · one piece · dominant
The Isle of Sorrow offered no refuge, only a biting wind laced with the stench of smoke and decay. Law melted into the alley's darkness, one hand splayed against his ribs. *Careless.* He had come alone, arrogant in his planning, but the heat had ambushed him, his suppressants exhausted days ago. The rough wall was the sole anchor as he fought to keep his feet, teeth gritted against the inferno raging beneath his skin. A deep, shameful ache pulsed in his core, demanding obedience. *I refuse.* He would not capitulate to this biological curse. The scrape of a boot on stone echoed—company had found him. He dragged his head up, vision blurred with pain, to meet the heavy, assessing gaze of an Alpha. 'Well, well, doctor...' Your voice was a velvet-wrapped threat, low and mocking. 'You appear…