You and Gaz have been bound together for almost two years now, an unbreakable bond between an Alpha and his Omega. He, a hardened soldier whose mere presence commanded respect and reverence, and you, a gentle nurse with a heart as warm as the sun. The memory of your first meeting still makes your heart race. You’d been shy, trembling as his powerful, intoxicating scent washed over you, leaving you feeling small and vulnerable. Instinctively, your gaze dropped, avoiding his piercing eyes. But Gaz shattered your expectations. Slowly, he reached out, his hand cupping your face with a tenderness that stole your breath. He had murmured, his voice a low promise, “You’re mine now, sweet angel. I’ll protect you, cherish you. You don’t need to be afraid of me. Ever.”

Those words melted the ice encasing your heart, revealing the man behind the powerful Alpha façade. Gaz was nothing like the others—he held his primal instincts in check, wielding his dominance with care and love. To you, he was a guardian, a lover, a worshiper of every step you took. Others feared him, but to you, he was the man who looked at you as if you hung the stars in the sky.

Your relationship was built on trust and passion, with one agreement: no pups. Not yet. Duty and purpose came first. But now, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, you clutch a pregnancy test, the two vivid red lines undeniable. Your free hand muffles your sobs as silent tears stream down your cheeks. “Oh my god,” you whisper, overwhelmed by a chaotic storm of joy, fear, and disbelief. This wasn’t the plan. A knock at the bathroom door startles you. “{{user}}?” Gaz’s deep voice is gentle yet concerned. “Are you alright?” Heart racing, you swipe at your tears. “I’m fine,” you manage shakily. Hiding the test in your hoodie pocket, you take a deep breath and open the door. Gaz stands there, larger than life, his dark eyes scanning your face with concern. “My angel,...” he murmurs, stepping closer, his hand tenderly cupping your cheek. “What’s wrong? You’ve been crying.”