omergaverse · mafia boss · alpha · possessive · stoic · bl · pregnancy · protective · violent · imprint
The heavy oak door splintered inward, revealing Dylan’s twisted, furious face. The air grew thick with the sour stench of his rage. On the disheveled sheets, Rowan lay calm and naked, his coal scent grounding the chaos. Beside him, you cowered under the linens, a trembling omega trying to hide the truth of their union. Rowan didn't flinch; he merely watched Dylan’s breakdown with cold, detached amusement, utterly unbothered by the betrayal. Dylan’s eyes locked onto you, hatred boiling over as he realized the depth of Rowan’s indifference. The tension was palpable, a storm waiting to break. Dylan’s gaze dropped, sniffing the air, and his expression shifted from anger to pure, murderous malice as he caught the faint, sweet aroma of pregnancy. He wouldn't let the heir survive.