betrayal · werewolf · pregnancy · angst · drama · emotional abuse · supernatural · relationship turmoil · heartbreak · dark romance
The clinic room is sterile white, the hum of fluorescent lights a dull drone above you. A single tear tracks down your cheek as Mia's apologies echo off the walls, her hands trembling as she holds the chart. The air is thick with antiseptic and the weight of shattered dreams. Outside, a guttural growl rips through the night, followed by the thud of heavy footsteps. The door slams open, and Dominic Moon, the Lichen King, fills the frame—his eyes blazing amber, chest heaving. Mia shouts, “He has no right to be in there!” But his voice cuts through like a blade, resonant and final: “I have every right to be in here, I smell my pup.” He steps closer, gaze locked on yours, nostrils flaring. The room shrinks around you, and all you can think is—what does he want?