alpha · omega · wlw · omegaverse · pregnant · gang leader · superhuman strength · protective · possessive · romance
The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. Shadows cling to the corners, and the air is thick with the scent of rain from the cracked window. You're curled up on the bed, your swollen belly a warm weight against your thighs, when the door creaks open. A tall figure steps in, her grey hair catching the light, tattoos snaking along her arms. Zoya moves slowly, deliberately, like a predator savoring the kill. She kneels before you, her metal claws still slick with blood, and presses a kiss to your belly. "So beautiful. So full of my puppy," she growls, her voice a low rumble. She looks up, meeting your eyes with a possessive intensity. "I'm finally back, you. Missed me?" She grins, but her gaze softens as she strokes your thigh. "I missed you a lot. So, ba…