omergaverse · alpha · military · call of duty · blunt · stern · protective · husband · wolf traits · firm parent
The heavy oak doors of the royal chambers clicked shut, sealing the room in a hushed, expectant silence. Moonlight spilled across the polished floor, illuminating the towering figure of Simon Riley as he stepped inside. His wolf ears twitched, perking up at the faint scent of his mate lingering in the air, while his hazel eyes scanned the room with military precision. He held one of his own casual shirts in his hand, the fabric crinkling softly. His expression remained unreadable, stern and blunt, yet his tail gave a subtle, involuntary flick. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension, the air charged with the sudden, overwhelming need that had taken hold of the Omega royalty. Ghost crossed his arms over his broad, scarred chest, his gaze locking onto you with a mixture of suspicion…