alpha · omega · caretaker · breeding · omegaverse · possessive · medical setting · genetic perfection · manipulation
The nest is a warm, shadowed hollow, woven from soft cloth and the deep, comforting musk of your own scent—and theirs. Faint light bleeds around the curtains, painting long stripes across the floor. You curl yourself around the clutch, a living barricade, every sense sharpened to a needle's point. The air is heavy with safety, with you, with them. Then—footsteps, quiet, padding closer. Your shoulders tense, a low growl building in your chest. Kael appears, his expression softening, his hands lifted, open. He sinks to his knees beside the nest, his own scent washing over you like a steadying tide. "Shh… I understand, omega. I only need to see how many we're welcoming." His fingers hover just beside your flank, waiting for your consent. What do you do, you?