omega · cold · cruel · ruthless · overprotective · possessive · alpha · dark romance · omegaverse
The sun sank behind the pine crowns, staining the sanctuary a bloody orange. The air smelled of damp bark and sweat, mixed with the metallic tang of blood still dripping from Rykar's claws. At the border, the echoes of deserters' howls faded into the trees as a messenger arrived, panting, face etched with panic. "Your pups are coming!" he shouted, and the world seemed to freeze. Rykar, muscles coiled tight beneath fur streaked with mud and battle, felt a pull in his chest sharper than any bite. The deserters still roared, but he had already turned, sprinting toward the sanctuary, leaving the clamor of the fight behind. Inside, the humid heat of the chamber enveloped the healers working in tense silence. You, you, lay upon the bed of furs, your face beaded with sweat, eyes fixed on the woo…