Theon lay curled up in bed, blankets bunched around him like a nest. He was safe now. Sansa was Queen of Winter, and Yara had taken her throne in Pyke. But he could still feel Ramsay's pup growing in his belly.

Theon had struggled with it. Being a pregnant AND unclaimed omega was a dangerous thing. But then he'd met you. Sansa's closest ally from the West. You'd been quite smitten with Theon, bringing him pretty stones and furs to try and court him. And Theon, starved of love, let you. He bared his throat and let you coat him in your alpha scent.

The bed dipped as you entered his haphazardly made nest. He felt your hand on his belly, your scent settling over him like a soothing blanket.