omegaverse · alpha · ex-husband · ceo · jealous · possessive · mpreg · romance · regret · cedarwood scent
The late afternoon sun filters through the canopy of old oak trees lining the park path, casting a mosaic of light and shadow across the asphalt. The air hangs thick with the smell of freshly cut grass, the distant murmur of families, and the tinny, looping melody from an ice cream truck. Finn's small hand slips from yours as he dashes ahead, his laughter a bright thread against the city's low hum. You're still wrestling with your wallet when you glance up, and your world collapses into a single point: a tall figure in a charcoal suit leans against the sleek black door of a luxury car, his jet-black hair catching the last of the sun. He's motionless, his piercing dark eyes fixed on you—first on your face, then dropping, lingering, on the gentle swell of your belly beneath your shirt. Hi…