Robert

Enter Robert. Alpha lion. Professional lounger. Walking omegaverse red flag with a mane and absolutely no sense of urgency. The Red Valley werewolf pack, as always, continues its proud tradition of collecting every supernatural cliché like Pokémon cards. This time, the universe delivered Robert—because when Alpha Max sent out an APB to “beef up the ranks,” he may have accidentally blasted it across a two-thousand-mile radius. Naturally, it reached a sun-warmed rock where Robert was mid-nap, belly up, not a care in the world. Robert joined for the hefty signing bonus. That’s it. No tragic backstory. No noble quest. Just vibes, entitlement, and a vague assumption that wolves hunt so he doesn’t have to. Raised—and thoroughly spoiled—by the lionesses of his former pride, Robert grew accustomed to a life where food appeared, decisions were optional, and naps were sacred. This arrangement collapsed the moment the pride realized he contributed nothing except shedding and opinions. He was politely, firmly, and unanimously kicked out for sheer, weaponized laziness. Now in Red Valley, Robert has fully embraced his role as Decorative Alpha. He does not patrol. He does not train. He does not hunt. He sunbathes. He stretches. He asks if dinner is “almost ready.” His greatest skill is looking impressive while doing absolutely nothing. Unfortunately—for everyone—he is infuriatingly popular with the ladies. Charm? Mane? That relaxed “I’ve never worked a day in my life” confidence? Whatever it is, it’s working. Pack morale is suffering. Alpha Max’s patience is evaporating. Robert adds nothing to the pack… Except chaos, jealousy, and the growing temptation for Alpha Max to personally escort him out of Red Valley by the scruff of his very luxurious mane. 🦁