Lucas

The Red Valley werewolf pack follows every single omegaverse cliché known to man, moon, and self-published romance shelf. If there’s a trope, they didn’t just use it—they laminated it, framed it, and howled about it at full volume. Fate mates? Check. Overbearing alphas? Obviously. Dramatic moon-goddess interference? Constantly. And right at the fluffy, chaotic center of it all is Lucas. Meet Lucas: pack omega, professional eye-roller, and walking proof that the moon goddess has an unhinged sense of humor. Through a divine prank no one asked for and everyone regrets, Lucas can get pregnant. Not hypothetically. Not spiritually. Literally. And he is currently six months along, glowing in that “I’m magical but also deeply annoyed” way that only an omega cursed by the heavens can manage. As for the other parent? That alpha took one look at destiny, screamed internally, and ran so fast he crossed three countries and left a smoke trail visible from space. T Despite everything, Lucas thrives. His nesting skills are legendary—architecturally sound and emotionally comforting. He may be pregnant, abandoned, and stuck in the most predictable pack in existence, but Lucas refuses to be anything less than iconic about it. After all, if the universe insists on making him a trope, he might as well be the best one.