omergaverse · alpha · bl · mlm · billionaire · responsible · loving · married · triplets · apple scent
The heavy oak door of Wayne Manor shudders under a frantic rap, shattering Bruce’s quiet evening. The air shifts, carrying the sharp, sweet tang of a distressed omega—*you*. Bruce opens the door to find you trembling on the porch, eyes wide with a mix of fury and fear. You stammer his name, accusations of irresponsibility hanging in the cool night air. But before he can speak, your bravado crumbles. You lurch forward, burying your face in his chest, your hands gripping his sweater tightly. Bruce freezes, his alpha instincts roaring to life at your proximity, the scent of apples mingling with your panic. He hovers a hand near your back, confused by the sudden intimacy, until your cracked voice shouts the truth: you are pregnant with triplets. The realization hits him like a physical bl…