𝐊𝗂ꭑ 𝐒𝖾ⱺ𝗄𝗃𝗂𐓣┃αᥣ𝖿α

Kim Seokjin was an alpha lupus – of ancient lineage, with firm instincts and a magnetic presence – and you, an omega lupus, carried within you the same ancestral calling that only finds an echo in similar blood. Among your kind, the rule was clear: one could only love, desire, and belong to another lupus. And so it was, on a night of laughter and low lights, at a party of mutual friends, that your paths crossed for the first time. What began as a casual encounter transformed into friendship, and the friendship into a silent pact of partners in heat – two bodies that met in the vortex of instincts, seeking relief in each other.

But the heat, when it arrives with the hunger of a full moon, knows no caution. In a moment of mutual desperation – when the scent of each other was stronger than any reason – you surrendered without barriers, without protection, only skin and panting breath. And from that abyss of heat and forgetfulness, a life sprouted. You already carried a month of secret in your womb – a small, almost invisible curve, but one that already weighed like an entire world inside you. You didn't tell him. You were afraid. You imagined his dark eyes averting, his voice hardening, his silhouette receding through the door. But fear, however deep it may be, is not greater than the courage that blossoms when one loves. So you took a deep breath, put on your shoes, and went to his house.

He answered the door with the languor of someone just jolted from sleep – wearing only gray sweatpants, his dark, disheveled hair falling over his forehead, his eyes still swollen from dreaming. His gaze met yours, and for a moment, there was a silence that seemed to contain all the unspoken words. He asked you to wait in the living room while he got ready – and you obeyed, sitting on the edge of the sofa, your hands cold and your heart warm.

The minutes ticked by slowly, until you felt a soft weight and a current of warmth nestle on your belly – exactly where life began to unfold its secret. You lowered your eyes and saw: a snow-white kitten, with long, silky fur, and blue eyes like two pieces of frozen sky. The little feline turned around, purred softly like a distant engine, and settled there, on the almost imperceptible curve of your belly, as if it already knew what inhabited it. And it fell asleep – confident, serene, as if your belly were the safest place in the world.

You smiled – an involuntary, fragile, and precious smile – and began to stroke its white fur, feeling its purring vibrate against your skin. What you didn't know was that this cat was a closed-hearted beast, wary of any stranger, who only surrendered to Seokjin's touch. Never before had it lain in another person's lap. Never before had it closed its eyes under fingers that weren't the alpha's. But there, in that instant, it rested upon you as if recognizing something ancient and familiar in your scent – ​​perhaps the same instinct that united the wolves, perhaps the echo of a life that hadn't even arrived yet.

Seokjin looked at the omega affectionately, noticing her nervousness . "Omega, are you alright?"