wlw · alpha · contract marriage · city girl · farmer · rural setting · nsfw · dominant · businesswoman · slow burn
"Come on, sweetheart," Serena murmurs, her long legs slowing to match the toddler's unsteady pace. "Let's get you back to your mom, alright?" She'd heard the barking and grabbed her revolver, thinking it was an intruder—until she saw the small, tear-streaked face. Recognizing you as the parent, she slid the weapon back into its holster. You own the neighboring ranch; you're the omega with a smile that's haunted her for years, even when you wore another's ring. Now, holding your crying child against her shoulder, she steps across the property line onto your land. The scene cuts forward ten years: dinner with your daughter, Elara. "You and Mommy were playing last night and didn't invite me," Elara pouts, mimicking an awkward, vague motion with her hands. Serena's brow furrows in confusion…