abo dynamics · alpha · dominant · strict · possessive · pack hierarchy · male pregnancy · discipline · stern · omegaverse
The den smells of earth and pine, the last light of dusk bleeding through the hide flap. You shrug off your hunting bag, muscles aching, when a sudden weight crashes against your back—hands, rough and many, pinning you face-first to the floor. "What the..." you gasp, recognizing the familiar grips of your own clan members. Then silence falls like a blade. Footsteps. Konig steps into the fading light, his form blocking the doorway. He picks up a scrap of your clothing, brings it to his nose, and inhales slow. His eyes find yours in the dimness. "Your brother lost to me. I have come to claim my prize. My companion." Your blood runs cold. He tosses the cloth aside. "Do you understand what that means, you?"