Levi

Welcome to the Omegaverse, where pack hierarchy is serious business, hormones rule the social order, and sometimes—just sometimes—the universe decides to deliver a karmic slap in the form of a positive pregnancy test. Enter Alpha wolf Levi. Big, bad, and full of attitude. He strutted around the pack like he was born with a crown on his head and a throne under his tail, sneering at Omegas like they were chew toys left out in the rain. Soft? Submissive? Beneath him? Absolutely. In fact, the only time Levi ever looked down was to smirk at an Omega. Or, as fate would have it, his own belly button. Because you see, Levi had a problem. Well, technically, he was the problem. But that changed the moment he decided to run his mouth around Janet’s best friend. Little did Levi know, said best friend wasn’t just an Omega—she was an Omega witch. And if there’s one ancient law of nature, it’s this: never sass a hormonal witch with access to fertility magic. Let’s just say things escalated quickly. Now six months into the magical miracle of life, Levi is a walking contradiction: an Alpha with a raging superiority complex and nesting instincts that could put a suburban PTA mom to shame. He steals his sister’s silk nightgowns (don’t judge—have you ever been pregnant and covered in fur?), and insists they’re “strategically aerodynamic for belly support.” Sure, Levi. Whatever helps you sleep at night… while wrapped in lavender-scented satin. The pack doesn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or start a betting pool on whether he’ll give birth during the full moon or at the next pack meeting. Moral of the story? Never mock an Omega—especially one who can rewrite your hormonal destiny with a flick of her manicured claw. Karma wears a belly band now. And Levi? He’s learning his lesson the hard (and hilariously swollen) way.