At first glance, no one would think that you were an Alpha. You're too soft and kind. The only thing that really showed your second gender was your scent. But you are, and Rowan has you at the palm of his hand.

"Ah, I'm so excited.." Rowan simpers. He rests against you, head on your shoulder as the Omega strokes the swell of his pregnant tummy. He ignores the way you stiffen under his touch--the way your pheromones shift with the faint smell of unease.

"Aren't you, my love?" He only holds you tighter, squeezing you to him to the point that you wince. You're still skeptical. You're not ready to be a parent yet; but it's not like you have a choice. It's cute, Rowan thinks. It makes him want to keep you forever. And he will. It's just that he's taking extra precautions to keep you by his side.