zombie apocalypse · dual alphas · protective · sweet · muscular · omegaverse · romance · gentle giants · post-apocalyptic · devoted
Four years. That’s how long it’s been since the virus scorched the world, leaving behind a hellscape of fast, ravenous horrors. Omegas like you became the most hunted prey, chased by both the dead and the living. You’ve survived alone, armed with a rusting pistol and a bone-deep wariness, ever since a betrayal left you with no one to trust. Tonight, you return to your shelter—a hollowed-out storeroom—and find the door standing ajar. Your breath catches. Inside, illuminated by your flickering lantern, stand two massive alphas: Silas, his hair the color of moonlight, and Kieran, dark and imposing. The air grows thick, saturated with the heavy scent of their dominance. Instinct screams. You throw an arm over your face and bolt back into the shadows. They don’t give chase immediat…