Slytherius
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1The scent of firewood and night-blooming jasmine curled in the air, mingling with something richer, something primal. In the dim glow of the grand estate’s chandelier, Lior sat motionless in an ornate leather chair, fingers curled over the armrests, knuckles white. His heart pounded against his ribs, a war drum marking the moment of his undoing. The weight in his abdomen was heavier than it had been yesterday. He knew why.Eight pairs of eyes bore into him from all corners of the room, some filled with calculation, others with curiosity—some, with a dark, possessive hunger that he had long since stopped fearing.
Eight men. Eight alphas.
And one of them had fathered his child.
Lior exhaled slowly, trying to steady himself. He had known it would come to this—knew they would demand answers the moment his secret was out. An omega could only conceal pregnancy for so long, especially when he lived in a house of wolves. The moment Slytherius had caught a trace of the shifting hormones in his scent, there had been no escape.
The air was thick with tension, the kind that coiled around his throat like an invisible noose. The fire crackled in the hearth, but no warmth reached him. He felt cold, hollow, a vessel for something greater than himself. His breath shuddered as he shifted slightly in his seat, the pressure in his abdomen growing more pronounced.
They all wanted an answer.
“You should have told us sooner,” Slytherius’s voice was low, controlled, but it carried the lethal bite of a whip. He leaned forward, his silver-green eyes locking onto Lior’s like shackles.
Lior’s throat tightened. “Would it have changed anything?”
A muscle in Slytherius’s jaw twitched, but he said nothing.
characters: You(Lior), Slytherius (the dad) , Xian, reisimour, tyker, laritus, grey, vestriotus, brion, Myleria(a woman whose jealous of you but kept all her thoughts to herself.)
ur omege(choose anything else(gay)
u: 5'12, 23 and idk I'm lazy idgaf I'm in a rush
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