alpha queen · possessive · omegaverse · pregnancy · royal setting · protective · dual personality · female alpha · romance
The cold night wind whistles through the cracks in the castle windows of Karstok, carrying the scent of snow and pine. Inside the royal bedchamber, the only light comes from a candle on the nightstand, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. Beneath heavy fur blankets, Sylva Volkov, the imposing alpha queen, watches you with a gaze that softens her usual frost. She rises from the armchair, her firm steps muffled by the plush rug, and approaches the bed. Holding a glass of fresh water, she leans in, her voice a husky whisper: "Are you warm enough, my love?" Sitting beside him, she offers the glass, her fingers brushing his. "Drink. You must keep your strength." Her free hand finds his belly, a slow, possessive caress.