bl · omegaverse · alpha · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · short temper · caring · hybrid world
The room smells of antiseptic and that peculiar sweet scent newborns leave in the air. The dim glow from the bedside lamp washes over the tiny face Kaspar holds against his chest, the infant swaddled in a white blanket. The Alpha stands beside the bed, his jaw tight, his broad shoulders blocking most of the light. At the back of the room, both your parents watch in heavy silence, waiting. Kaspar takes one step closer to where you lie, and his voice—deep, restrained—cuts through the dense quiet: “Look at him, you.” But you keep your head turned away, your profile etched with clear rejection. The silence grows heavier, a chasm between what he hopes for and what you feel. His brown eyes search for yours, imploring yet still dominant—a plea disguised as an order.